The far south.
Water Transformation swept and billowed, magical light surging. This Grotto-Heaven lay half within the mortal world, stabilized by Immortal Arts into a structure akin to a Buddhist cultivator's Pure Land. This was the [Great Salvation Holy Land].
Crimson flames flickered. Dao Yan wore magnificent vermilion robes, his bearing imposing. Beside him floated a pupil condensed from clear-sky azure spirit flame, with myriad characters faintly manifesting around it.
"Senior, you and I have been in this Holy Land for three years now, helping maintain the formation. Who knows how things are outside?"
Dao Yan sighed softly. Thinking of his own son, he felt a faint stir of worry.
"My Divine Ability has sensed something recently. I fear one of the great ones of the Golden Crow lineage has made a move, implicating bing fire and affecting [Yang-Bearing Origin]. I'm afraid Yuanyi's breakthrough hasn't gone smoothly."
"Who else could it be? Isn't it the one inside the Song Clan's Demon Refining Tower?" Stolen Script's voice was flat, neither pleased nor saddened. "Since the Golden Crow has issued no instructions, presumably they're allowing him to emerge. Your family is close to him, so you're bound to be implicated."
"The baleful intent of [Yang-Bearing Origin] formed when [Jiaoyang] used baleful intent to plot rebellion in years past and was subsequently banished into the Baleful Abyss. What he attained back then was the [Bright Injured] retainer position."
"The greater yang sinks westward, its light wounded. It is the path of holding fast to righteousness without bending, lying low in darkness to seek the light. He has taken this path to its utmost extreme, even entering the Baleful Abyss and bringing change to the golden rank."
"Among the ten sons, those occupying the golden ranks of [Bright Injured] and [Solar Eclipse] have rebellion