High on the horizon, the Greenwood Treasure Ship hung in the sky. Liang Yong held the Ninefold Bone Pagoda as black-and-gray flames spilled freely from its ninth tier, drifting down over the mountains and wilderness.
Explosion after explosion rang out. The roots of the mountains shook, and the earth dragon rolled beneath them. Clouds of smoke reeking of sulfur and saltpeter shot upward, their shock waves dispersing the miasma. Below, the Barbarians' cries and the sounds of their flight never ceased.
The formation laid out below strained to function. Its glowing lines shone brightly across the wilderness, mounting one last resistance, but to little effect. Shamans were poor at formations, far inferior to the immortal and Buddha paths. What sophisticated formation could Luo He possibly have laid? It was nothing but an empty show.
Against a Foundation Establishment cultivator, these Qi Refining Barbarians had no power to fight back. Yet the cave abode remained tightly shut, without the slightest movement, until tumbling rocks buried it.
Liang Yong looked down in puzzlement. Luo He still refused to act. Had he really fled, or was he determined to tuck himself away like a turtle?
Just as Liang Yong circulated his magical power again, dark blue-green flames began surging from the eighth tier of the Nine-Fire Pagoda. Extremely concentrated, they clung to the cave abode like an ulcer gnawing at the bone and began to smolder. The sounds of women weeping and cursing arose.
The ninth tier of the Nine-Fire Pagoda held [Alum-Falling Fire], a mixture of black and gray left behind by an ancient Alchemist. It was exceedingly explosive, renowned for its unrestrained nature. The eighth tier held [Jealousy Fire], a flame of suspicion, envy, and hatred. Legend held that it originated in the harem of a certain Imperial House. It burned