Southern Sea, Vermilion Cliff.
Green Wood Qi soared into the sky and swept rapidly southward. Clouds churned, violet lightning filled the heavens, and the immense, savage body of a wooden dragon could faintly be seen. Unable to withstand that tremendous pressure, the Great Void shattered inch by inch.
Far away, Feilian had long since sealed its Grand Formation. Wrapped in clear wind, it concealed all traces of itself, refusing to venture out and join the commotion.
Amid azure clouds, Fei Xiang stood quietly in sky-blue silk robes. The Grand Formation cut him off from the outside world, leaving him only a faint sense of that tremendous disturbance. With his cultivation of a single divine ability, however, he dared not leave.
Fei Xiang was puzzled. He had cultivated [Coolness Terrace], an intent divine ability with certain wondrous powers of perception, and naturally understood what sort of being was outside.
A great divine ability wielder whose lifespan was nearing its end.
He had not witnessed a spectacle like this in a long time. The last had been when the Dragon Sparrow to which the Feilian lineage owed allegiance fell. It, too, had emerged from Great Li and traveled toward the Southern Sea, finally perishing at Tomb Mountain.
As he pondered, a clear breeze blew before him. An old man in magnificent sky-blue robes stepped out, white-haired yet youthful-faced and brimming with vigor, seemingly surveying the scene.
"Grandfather, you've come out of seclusion?"
Fei Xiang bowed. The man before him was Wind Grace, the most accomplished cultivator of the Feilian lineage, at the Purple Mansion Middle Stage and cultivating clear qi.
"Idiot. With such a great commotion outside, you didn't even think to notify me."
"But weren't you in seclusion-"
Wind Grace rapped Fei Xiang on the forehead and said with some anger: