Jian Land, Night-Replacing Blessed Land.
This place belonged to the Dust-Sweeping Immortal Sect and contained nineteen spirit mountains and numerous secret realms. Neither sun nor moon shone in its sky; only a great, deep-blue star hung overhead, flanked by boundless dark-red and saffron-yellow radiance from ding fire.
Transformed by the great formation, this fiery light fell upon the mountains, no different from sunlight.
Ding fire was the fire of calamity, illness, and old age. In the hands of Buddhist cultivators, it became the fearsome karmic fire. Whether among immortal or Buddhist cultivators, it ranked among the most insidious and vicious of powers.
The Dust-Sweeping Immortal Sect possessed profound foundations. Not only did it have a grotto-heaven suspended high above, but it also had a blessed land comparable to the Song Clan's Ancestral Land, nurturing its mortal-world lineage to the height of prosperity.
On a spirit mountain at the blessed land's border, ding fire surged back and forth. A faint, furious shout came from the main hall atop it, and black-and-white lightning could be seen spilling out and tangling with the ding fire.
A great formation had been specially laid outside the hall to seal it off from heaven and earth and suppress the Thunderbolt.
In the hall's inner chamber, a treasure platform surged with clear qi as it hovered in the air. A handsome young man sat upon it in a crimson Daoist robe, though a lingering cloud of yin qi between his brows lent him a vicious air.
A terribly deep wound now split his once-jadelike dharma body. Razor-sharp sword intent lurked within, constantly cutting away his magical power. The still more troublesome black-and-white lightning had seeped into his inner scenery and attached itself to his divine abilities. The moment he relaxed his suppression, it would resonate with heaven