Speculation, covetousness, greed, fear...
All sorts of emotions intertwined in the shadows.
However,
Scarlet Glow River's infamous reputation was simply too overwhelming. That field that "accelerated aging" still shrouded most of the area, and even Great Saints could not last long after entering.
The old demon of the Demon Race who had survived for several days might merely have stumbled into some kind of "safe zone" by chance, or perhaps the cultivation technique and constitution he cultivated had produced some resistance against that strange halo.
Before they had sufficient certainty, no one dared act rashly.
But there would always be those unafraid of death, or those confident they could break through the crisis.
Eastern Wasteland, Northern Region, atop an unnamed barren mountain.
A woman clad in the Five-Colored Feather Robe stood quietly upon the mountaintop, her bare feet resting on the Glazed Lotus Platform as she gazed toward Scarlet Glow River in the Southern Region.
She was tall and graceful, breathtakingly beautiful, yet hers was not the soft beauty of a Human Race woman. Instead, she possessed a distinctive aura interwoven with holiness, majesty, compassion, and ethereality.
Her skin was as fair as jade, while a crimson cinnabar mark between her brows added several degrees of solemn, treasure-like dignity.
Most eye-catching of all was her waist-length five-colored hair. Every strand was crystalline and faintly flowed with precious radiance, like the most dazzling tail feathers of a peacock spreading its plumage.
Her eyes were likewise a rare five-colored glazed hue. Wisdom seemed to flow within them whenever they opened or closed, as though they could see through human hearts, yet they also seemed to contain endless compassion.
She was not of the Human Race, but a Quasi-Emperor from Amitabha Ancient Star, originally a five-colored peacock who had taken human form.
Later,