Heaven and earth grew dark, all radiance cowed into silence.
Only dark-red yin flame flowed like a sea of sin, spreading soundlessly without the slightest gleam. Layer upon layer of yin flame smeared streaks of mournful red through the dense darkness. The fire was plainly before their eyes, yet it could not illuminate this world in the slightest.
Grass and trees, mountains and rivers, mystic palaces and treasured pavilions, golden halls and jade bridges-all silently turned to ash within this sea of fire, heavy as leaden fog. An ever-expanding domain of dark-red fire gradually stained the southern reaches of the Grotto-Heaven.
High in the sky, a crimson figure hung alone. An Xianhui held a red candle in his hand and surveyed his surroundings.
Behind him lay dense, lightless darkness. As his Ding Fire divine ability revolved, the form of Candle Yin seemed to manifest: a human face upon a dragon body, bearing a candle in its mouth as it rode forth, sealing off this entire stretch of heaven and earth.
A speck of yin flame burned dimly atop the red candle. Though faint as a firefly, it made many of the distant Purple Mansion spectators feel their hearts quail. The lightning ahead had already vanished into this profound darkness.
An Xianhui had long anticipated this situation. Among Great Li's many lineages of the Immortal Dao, only Dust-Sweeping, Tai Zhen, and Martial Mu held the greatest power, with their exalted patrons above them like suns hanging in the sky.
In depth of foundation, Dust-Sweeping ranked first even among those three. As the orthodox lineage of Ding Fire, it possessed an ancient inheritance and a clearly defined Dao lineage. The Ding Fire spirit treasure in his hand had an extraordinary provenance of its own.
In the Ancient Era, when the five fires