High in the heavens.
A vast, surging river of blood and auspicious clouds filled the view. Blood qi erupted like a great furnace, and at its very center stood a man clad in platinum armor, his body like a dragon-serpent, shaking water and fire.
Cries of slaughter carried through the clouds. Countless beings had already died in the center of the Desolate Capital. Demonic cultivators, Immortal Cultivators, spirit monsters, and deities alike were submerged beneath golden Thunderbolt and pure-white water transformation.
Fu Chang wore a jade-white Robe of Law and held a fly whisk, immaculate light rising and falling upon it. He brushed away each oncoming river of blood qi, then swept two fingers through the air and said solemnly:
"Feathered Ascension."
In an instant, countless white crane feathers sprouted in interlacing patterns, wreathed in cloud vapor. They swept away every trace of bloody light and ascended into a distant, indistinct realm.
Feng Yan's dharma body was exposed. At once, strands of water and fire like spirit serpents attacked again from the surrounding world, sealing every avenue of retreat.
Yet he neither dodged nor evaded. He let the water and fire engulf him as a thin layer of mysterious radiance appeared over his body and blocked the blow.
A long white crane's beak attacked next, stabbing through the sky like a sword, dazzlingly bright. It darted through the great void, its position impossible to pin down.
Boom!
The blow pecked viciously into Feng Yan's breastplate, deforming it, but he paid it no heed. His dragon-serpent lower body flashed like lightning, crossing hundreds of miles in an instant to attack the Great True Person of Martial Mu Mountain.
He twisted both fists into an extremely ancient fist stance. A boundless aura of primordial wilderness abruptly arose, and visions passed down from