On Desolate Stone Beach.
Streams of fire gushed forth, scorching the barren stones. Only the Golden-Red Mystic Pavilion at the center stood magnificent and imposing, constantly drawing down white radiance from the sky and growing ever brighter.
The Jia Wood radiance scattered across the heavens receded like an ebbing tide. The Constructive Wood at the center of the Grotto-Heaven seemed to sway as crimson lightning gradually gathered, stretching from north to south.
"Spirit thunder."
Liu Xiaowen raised his head toward the sky and clearly sensed a savage heat descending. The vault of heaven, once covered in white radiance, seemed to have been torn open, leaving a hideous wound.
He could not help recalling the tangled mass of dragon and serpent flesh he had seen that day, and wariness stirred in his heart.
The dragonkind still have something planned. It probably lies beside that Constructive Wood spirit root.
The pavilion opened wide, and flowing fire rose into the air. The two Tiger-Bear stone carvings before the entrance shone brightly and let out a long roar, revealing a faint golden-red glow beyond the doors.
Liu Xiaowen rose upon the wind and activated his divine ability. Golden-red fire spread around him, faintly resonating with the pavilion.
Rather than act rashly, he looked around and saw others emerging.
Pale jade Yi Wood energy surged forth, and a young man in jade-green robes stepped out of it. His features were refined and noble, like a scholar who had wandered out from some unknown place, while ornate script leaped and transformed within the Yi radiance.
This is... the man who traveled with that Sword Immortal Yu Hua.
Liu Xiaowen recognized him, and his thoughts stirred slightly. Yet the Greater Yang Sword Immortal was nowhere to be seen; only this cultivator with an Yi Wood divine ability