The Plainlands.
Golden thunder vanished, and the tide of crimson lightning receded.
Only two colors remained between heaven and earth-scorching vermilion and icy iron-gray. It was as though a vat of dye had been overturned, with several people wantonly repainting and reshaping the world according to their wills.
The rumbling, like muffled thunder, never ceased. Mountains and rivers trembled, metal and stone wept blood, and plants shed tears. Countless cultivators scurried and fled through it like motes of dust, seeking only to escape this battlefield.
A full quarter of an hour passed before the Li fire rose like a great sun, piercing the clouds and burning away the evil qi, leaving heaven and earth radiant from top to bottom.
The iron-gray giant collapsed, splitting into hundreds of millions of evil creatures that scattered without a trace. Only the sun-and-moon-shaped Cold-Iron Divine Wheel could be seen flying through the air, piercing the Li radiance and leaving a hazy gray streak.
The Emperor had been wounded.
Tian'ou raised his hand, and the sword and seal returned to the Origin Net, vanishing deep within the Li radiance.
As the ruler of Great Li and the remnant flame of the Vermilion Bird, he could himself be regarded as half an incarnation of the Li Fire True Lord.
Had the Vermilion Bird's Dao manifestation not been forcibly suppressed, Tian'ou's divine status would have been enough to rival [Ashen Death], the incarnation of Mars!
As the Origin Net's reinforcement receded, that world-shaking power gradually dispersed. Yet Tianxi's aura grew increasingly weighty, truly taking on the Emperor's resplendent majesty, making others afraid to look directly at him.
"Your Majesty."
Xie Kuo rose on the wind and knelt before him, presenting a square of golden silk with both hands. Light shimmered across its surface, depicting mountains, rivers, the