Beneath the white sun.
A fine, pattering rain fell in the mountains. Mist veiled the summit, leaving only lush woods visible, their greenery all the fresher for the rain. Suddenly, a dim azure light of taboo wood arose, and two precious Ye fell from the branches.
The moment the Ye touched the mud, they transformed, growing in the wind until they took on the shapes of two men.
Liu Xiaowen still looked somewhat bedraggled. The lingering victory gold sword qi had gathered at his neck, turning his flesh to metal and leaving him unable to turn his head. He could only hold his neck stiff.
"Even this fire-spirit body can't evade blades entirely."
He had taken a sword strike from that monster earlier. Though he had borne it with his fire body, some victory gold sword qi had remained in his neck. Once he returned to human form, it began wreaking havoc again.
"Tsk, tsk. Victory gold."
The man in the wind-and-thunder mystic robe looked over, gently waving his feather fan. A slight change seemed to cross his handsome, otherworldly face.
The wind and rain overhead were blown aside, never touching either man. After escaping the White Radiance Dao Palace, they had fled from place to place, finally shaking off pursuit with the Xun fan's tremendous speed.
"This metal ranks last among the five metals. Dispersed, it becomes the lofty vault of the Mysterious Heaven; gathered, it becomes veins of ore beneath the earth. Ordinary fire can't refine it, but using Ding fire or its counterpart might injure you."
Tiantuo secretly found the young man's stiff-necked posture amusing, though his expression remained solemn.
Golden-red spirit flame rose, and eternal bright profound flame slowly began burning away the victory gold aura at his neck. Progress was painfully slow. True gold feared