Northern Desert.
The grand formation stood in place, its light filling the heavens, with two utterly different kinds of Li Fire serving as its foundation.
One was vermilion, taking the form of a Heavenly Sparrow that drew in heavenly yang and flew around the south, seemingly giving rise to boundless radiance; the other was apricot yellow, clinging to heaven and earth, grand and majestic as it burned atop black-and-red wooden pillars.
"[Vermilion Bird Yang Fire] and [Expansive Li Flame], working in such harmony. It seems the [Li Fire Radiance Grand Formation] has already been activated."
Song Shiqing's heart steadied. He had spent these past years setting up altars at Azure Lake, but he also knew the arrangements in the Great Desert extremely well.
With a sweep of his gaze, he saw layers of thunder darting through the clouds amid glittering golden light. Countless heavenly soldiers and divine generals stood among the clouds, poised to strike, while many troops formed ranks in the desert below-none other than their own [Li Axe Army].
These troops naturally could not contend with Purple Mansion cultivators, but once cities and territories were captured, someone would still need to guard them. They would also lend greater grandeur to the Northern Campaign, making this war as momentous as possible.
Li Fire radiance danced, and a magnificent vermilion divine palace stood atop the clouds. It was his royal father's temporary palace, the [Mist Palace].
Song Shiqing collected himself and stepped inside. At the head of the main hall sat a middle-aged man in splendid vermilion robes, the aura of Li Fire surging ceaselessly around him, seizing the heart and soul.
The King of Misty Mountain, of the Li Fire path, at the Purple Mansion Late Stage.
Figures sat on either side of the main hall, five in total,