Shen Luo waved his hand and recalled the Mountains, Rivers, State and Society Diagram from the surrounding space. Forming hand seals with both hands, he sent the Pure Yang Sword soaring into the sky, where it merged with the Vermilion Bird True Spirit flitting about in all directions.
Whoosh!
Accompanied by a shrill cry, the Vermilion Bird True Spirit instantly shifted from illusory to solid. Its body swelled dozens of times over in an instant, transforming into a colossal Vermilion Bird a hundred zhang long. Crimson flames surged over its entire body—the Vermilion Bird True Fire—effortlessly melting the surrounding rocks as it crashed through the cave and shot outside.
"Go!"
Shen Luo shot out after it, shouting as he poured Magic Power into it.
The colossal Vermilion Bird spread its wings and streaked through the air. It was several times faster than his previous sword-flight escape technique; phrases like racing wind and lightning speed were utterly inadequate to describe it. In a flash, it crossed several hundred zhang and slammed into a towering dark-red peak that rose into the clouds, over a thousand zhang tall.
The majestic mountain was snapped in half as though it were made of paper, and countless chunks of rock, large and small, tumbled down.
Yet with a slight flap of the Vermilion Bird True Spirit's wings, an incomparably scorching aura swept outward. All the falling rocks hissed into green smoke, and the entire mountain vanished into thin air as though it had never existed.
A flicker of excitement crossed Shen Luo's face at the sight.
The mountains within Zhurong Basin had been scorched by endless flames and were countless times harder than ordinary rock. They were exceptionally resistant to high temperatures, yet before the Vermilion Bird True Spirit's flames, they were no different from paper