Changning, Western Mound.
This hill was an extension of a mountain range in Huayin, adjoining the plains and spanning ten thousand li. Countless peaks rose within it, its earth qi was deep and rich, and fine trees and fragrant grasses flourished everywhere in lush verdure.
Legend had it that a phoenix once alighted here, hence its other name, Fallen Phoenix.
Golden-brown Wu Earth mysterious radiance manifested between heaven and earth. An immensely heavy pressure descended with it, deflecting the earth's magnetism and sending broken stones leaping wildly. A Daoist in a mysterious yellow Robe of Law walked slowly down the mountain path from Huayin.
It was Wei Mi!
His presence had reached its peak. An azure phoenix actually perched on his shoulder, its divine light limpid and brilliant, spring breezes rising in its wake.
Wei Mi raised his head and looked toward the horizon.
A streak of crimson plunged to the ground in the distance. Blazing bing fire sprang up across the earth, its flames shifting into a tiger, then a bear, before finally manifesting the wondrous image of a Red Dragon. Its dark mysterious pupils gazed down upon what lay ahead.
"The Lord of Windflame..."
A figure clad in golden armor, his hand resting on a crimson sword, emerged from within. His aura was majestic, radiant as the sun. Standing on the boundless plain, he manifested all five Divine Abilities at once, each perfected to a degree rarely found in this age.
He had withdrawn his divine status.
At least for now, his nature and life had fallen to the level of a reincarnated golden nature, perhaps even lower. Heaven and earth no longer remembered and thought of him every moment to proclaim his exalted standing as they had before.
Confusion first stirred in Wei Mi's heart, then he