Blazing flames.
Endless flames.
They gathered into a sea of fire stretching beyond sight, burning there, leaping there.
The scorching heat was unbearable even for those with Fire Spiritual Roots, as if it were about to wring them dry.
As for Xu Changqing and the others with Wood Spirit Roots, even after taking Fire-Repelling Pills and gaining fire resistance, they still felt terribly uncomfortable. Their entire bodies grew increasingly parched, as though they were dehydrating.
"Go, go, go!"
"Fellow Daoist Xu, you're fast. I'll go with you."
"Right, let's get out of here quickly. We can come back once it's safe."
Seeing this, everyone knew they could not remain here any longer and had to leave as soon as possible.
At once, everyone boarded Xu Changqing's Shattered Moon, Falling Frost and flew away from Redflame Peak at tremendous speed.
Yet to everyone's surprise, many people were actually flying toward this place from outside, like moths rushing into a flame.
Unsurprisingly, most of them possessed Fire Spiritual Roots.
After retreating at least ten thousand meters, Xu Changqing and the others looked back and discovered that Redflame Peak itself was writhing, like a corpse dead for countless years suddenly coming back to life.
Everyone was utterly shocked by this sight.
For a long while, not a single person spoke.
Even local people like Xu Changqing were like this, let alone outsiders such as Zhao Chengdao.
At that moment, Bei Qingtang flew out of Redflame Peak, her expression quite grave. "Everyone, things have changed a little. Leave for now and do whatever you need to do."
Xu Changqing sighed in relief. "Finally, I can rest."
Yet in the next instant, Bei Qingtang continued, "Junior Brother, you can't leave. Come back to Redflame Peak with me."
Xu Changqing's face was filled with bewilderment. "Huh?"