Red Cloud.
Thunderclouds stretching for miles rose and shifted, silver serpents darting through them as heavenly sound rang in concert. The phenomenon persisted for a long time before finally forming a bank of thunderclouds, where lightning wove into a tribulation pool. All manner of thunderbolts emerged within it as it hung in the sky.
Xu Xuan landed beside the others in an instant and gently exhaled. A warm violet radiance swept across Heavenly Tribulation, manifesting shock thunder's power to foster life in all things. Everyone's wounds healed at once, as though they had been reborn.
He swept his gaze around. Many people were already missing. His divine sense rapidly covered all of Green Peaks, and lightning searched for the remaining survivors, finally retrieving a dozen or so people from a stretch of ruins.
Wang Cheng Yan was among them. As he opened his eyes, Wang Qiyun hurried forward and helped his son up.
"Where is your grandfather?"
Wang Cheng Yan's eyes suddenly dimmed. He shook his head without a word. Unable to accept this reality, Wang Qiyun choked up, but he too could say nothing.
Watching this scene, Xu Xuan felt an indescribable emotion well up within him. Yet his divine ability spontaneously circulated and checked it a moment later, maintaining the state of the heavenly heart, untouched by joy or sorrow.
The torrential rain stopped, and the golden clouds dispersed. He sensed that the phenomenon enveloping Red Cloud had ended; the scroll of the Dao diagram had already been put away.
The clear qi in his qi sea stirred, and he suddenly sensed something. An image appeared in his consciousness sea: a green-robed Daoist fleeing, seemingly above the Great Desert in Heavenwater. He was leading a strange sheep beast with eerie yellow eyes and a brocade snake coiled around