The golden hall stood magnificent, its doors wide open.
Dark-red and saffron-yellow yin flames burned slowly before the hall, spreading in every direction. Inside lay darkness of the deepest kind, with only a single glimmer of fire glowing eerily, turning like an eye.
Behind it stretched an unbroken rampart of wu earth radiance, barring the many Purple Mansion cultivators from entering. This golden hall stood at the point now closest to the Grotto-Heaven's core.
A brilliant streak of origin magnetism radiance approached from outside the hall, like a star falling to earth. From that magnetic light emerged a strange, ox-headed fish covered in silver scales. Two men sat upon it as it descended before the hall.
Xiang Mang had suffered no injuries, and his aura remained whole, but Guangji beside him was in far worse condition. Half his Dharma Body was covered in pale, insubstantial flames and pitch-black exiled thunder, along with thousands of fine sword wounds, each harboring pulses of heart-chilling sword intent.
Blood flowed ceaselessly from this kan water Purple Mansion cultivator, falling beside him and transforming into winged black carp that drifted through the air before he refined them back into his Dharma Body.
As his divine ability circulated, long, slender, lustrous white hairs began sprouting from his face and limbs, making him resemble an ape. Beside him, Xiang Mang spoke with righteous conviction:
"Hold on, fellow Daoist. I flew at full speed, and we've reached Dust-Sweeping's encampment."
At these words, Guangji's Dharma Body trembled. The thunder and fire upon it erupted again, only barely suppressed by [Huai River Slumber].
As expected of an overseas Immortal Dao cultivator-not a shred of shame.
The main reason he had been injured earlier was that True Person Xiang Mang had hung back timidly and refused to exert himself. Now the