Blazing flames rose out of thin air.
Fire surged across the sea of clouds like a raging tide, burning away every trace of the dense miasma the You Mountain Grand Vein had accumulated over millions of years.
Scorching, savage waves of heat poured down from the heavens, bearing down upon the entire Lost River Valley.
The vegetation within the valley yellowed and burst into flame at a visible pace, turning to drifting ash.
Wang Canglan's voice was not loud.
Yet it echoed clearly across the sky.
Thousands of demons raised their heads, staring in horror at the red-robed figure overhead.
Then they exchanged bewildered looks.
What did this mean?
Judging by this display... had he come to settle a grudge?
But with such a heaven-shattering, earth-destroying entrance, just who was he?!
Just then.
Countless flames swiftly converged at several points, accompanied by piercing, clear cries that rang through the highest heavens.
The flames gradually coalesced into enormous flame phoenixes that blotted out the sky and sun.
Under such terrifying pressure.
Even the Demon Emperors who usually held their noses in the air now trembled in both legs, not daring to take a full breath.
Among the demons.
An ape demon clad in heavy armor stared fixedly at the nine flame phoenixes circling overhead and the red-robed man standing with his hands behind his back.
His gaze was vacant, his lips trembling as he muttered, "It's him... it's him..."
Several Demon Kings beside him who knew him well stamped their feet in agitation at the sight of his soul-stricken state.
"Who is it?!"
"Just fucking tell us already!!"
The surrounding demons all urged him to speak.
The ape demon withdrew his gaze, his expression exceedingly complicated.
The Forgotten River lay deep within the You Mountain Grand Vein, which itself stood at