Grotto-Heaven.
An ancient Dao palace stood in silent, majestic mystery, untouched by any tremor from the outside world. Streaks of Bing fire radiance shimmered across its crimson-gold halls, rising into the sky as lightning imbued with solar essence. Two ancient characters adorned its golden plaque: [Radiant Convergence].
Bang!
Vibrational sound thundered, and lightning plasma churned. A vast marsh blanketed the area in an instant. After absorbing the lightning of numerous Purple Mansion cultivators, [Thunderfall Marsh] had made a tremendous leap in both range and power.
Five linked drums sounded in turn, stirring wind and thunder between heaven and earth. Xu Xuan swept his sword forward, cleaving through the ferocious Ding fire rushing toward him.
A young man in dark red Dao robes emerged, his face cold as frost and yin qi swirling around him. The vermilion bow in his hand trembled faintly with his fury, and an exceedingly venomous aura abruptly arose.
"It's you."
An Xianhui recognized him, his voice growing colder. Back in Surging Tribulation Heaven, he had suffered a crushing defeat and been stripped of everything he carried, all at this Dragonkin's hands. When enemies met, their eyes burned all the redder.
"And you are?"
A hint of mockery colored Xu Xuan's words. His triangular serpent-dragon pupils narrowed slightly, as though he did not recognize the man before him, making An Xianhui's expression uglier still.
The Dao heir of Dust-Sweeping shifted his gaze toward Yang Yuanyi on the other side.
"The [Great Illumination Radiant Convergence Record] is destined for my Dao, and you dare touch it!"
Baleful flames rose, and burning winds howled. Yang Yuanyi rode the wind forward, moving first to stand before Xu Xuan. The Golden Crow aura around him had grown deeper still, carrying an immensely powerful demonic presence that surprised even Xu Xuan.
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