White Ravine.
The ravine, once filled with bubbling hot springs and thick white grass, had been utterly destroyed. Only black demonic miasma filled the sky.
From Longjue in the west to Great Extinction Debate Mountain in the east, the land between had been blasted into an enormous circular crater, three thousand li across. White saltpeter lay exposed within it, sulfur and coal lay scattered, and black flame occasionally ignited, triggering fresh explosions.
The wind and snow to the west were soon swallowed by the demonic miasma. Only a silver figure could be seen standing there, with a head resting on an ice platform before him.
"Take out the [Leisurely Splendor of Ceremonial Grace]."
Xu Xuan's voice was slightly heavy. He urged Tiantuo through his mind, and only then did the old monster reluctantly produce the golden-white fiery blossom, covered in vermilion divine patterns and trailing apricot-yellow smoke.
"You're delaying my preparations for that lesser yang receptacle again..."
Though Tiantuo was displeased, Xu Xuan had obtained this blossom, after all. Having monopolized it for so long, Tiantuo was already somewhat in the wrong. He could only hand over the lesser yang spirit blossom.
Xu Xuan gently pinched the fiery blossom and brought it to Wei Shuang's brow. Lesser yang light surged, reversing interior and exterior and temporarily containing his injuries. Yet the ghostly qi of withering light still gathered around his neck, refusing to disperse.
Wei Shuang could no longer speak. The little true spirit he had left was shattered, and he had fallen unconscious.
"He's crippled. He suffered both hearing the nether and withering qi attacks. Even if he survives, he'll have to spend the rest of his life like this. His divine abilities will be difficult to restore."
A trace of emotion entered Tiantuo's voice as he said quietly: