Rare Mountain.
The towering, precipitous mountain had been severed through its middle, leaving an extraordinarily smooth surface veiled in a faint golden radiance. The murderous aura of Geng Metal surged into the heavens.
Dark clouds gathered beside the mountain, and the divine thunder within them grew ever stronger under Geng Metal's blessing.
North of the mountain lay a stretch of scorched earth.
A Daoist in a dark robe adorned with golden moons stood atop the clouds. He looked middle-aged, his expression stern and his aura cold as winter snow. The Geng Metal qi between heaven and earth shifted with his every thought.
He stood with his hands behind his back, right upon the border between Li and Liao. The Thunder Department had already seized the opportunity to take Rare Mountain.
To the north stood ranks of hideous gods and shamanic ghosts, with beastly faces and monstrous bodies. Pure lands shone, with diamonds standing in attendance. More than one great bodhisattva was present, yet none dared advance a single step.
Except for that blood-red figure.
"Zh Ya!"
A furious shout rang through heaven and earth. A vast, surging river of blood rose into the sky, transforming into dragons and serpents, coalescing into sun and moon.
The blood-soaked young man hurtled toward him like a streaking meteor. Terrifying divine intent erupted, shattering the great void inch by inch along his path.
"You have already lost."
Zh Ya's voice was icy, but Feng Yan did not retreat. Instead, he grew ever more frenzied, driving both fists straight toward the Daoist's face. Blood qi formed a long rainbow, churning through the metal qi.
At once, visions of white bones strewn across the wilderness and blood flowing in rivers manifested between heaven and earth. Towers of corpses rose in layers, their murderous aura piercing the