On the eighth layer of the Thunder Sea, Vermilion Bird's blood scattered across the sea of lightning as she fled in disarray.
"Damn it, Purple Intent Daoist is hot on my heels, not giving me any chance to pass through the eighth layer."
"If I want to leave the eighth layer, I have to find a natural passage."
As her thoughts collided, True Lord Xuanji gained a clear understanding of her situation. Once she had thought it through, a measure of despondency inevitably rose in her heart.
The eighth layer had been violently turbulent lately, so natural passages might appear. But to find one in such haste was nearly impossible, unless her luck defied the heavens.
"This time, I may truly perish here."
With a sigh, True Lord Xuanji saw only a bleak future ahead. Facing the pursuit of several True Lords, it had already been far from easy for her to hold out this long. More importantly, she had sensed that Purple Intent Daoist, the Jade-Faced Snake Emperor, and the Profound Yin Wanderer were closing in around her. The space she had to maneuver was shrinking by the moment.
Just then, a crimson meteor fell from the sky, erupting with blazing fire qi and instantly drawing Xuanji's attention.
"Spirit fire? No, it should be spirit fire essence, something left behind after spirit fire perishes. Most importantly, this spirit fire contains a surging vitality that is highly compatible with me."
"If I can refine it, it will greatly benefit my cultivation. It may even help me forge my own natal Dao artifact."
Having identified the origins of the crimson meteor, True Lord Xuanji evaluated its value almost instinctively.
Almost at the same moment, the crimson meteor crashed down, smashing viciously into the Thunder Sea. Destructive power erupted at once, whipping