Mu Chen leaned against the stone railing in front of the Nine Nether Palace, his gaze drifting lazily over the square below.
Quite a few people were training under the guidance of Tang Rou and her sisters, making the place bustle with activity.
After half a year of secluded cultivation, even my bones are itching. I wonder if Mandala has finished putting the Great Luo Heavenly Domain in order.
I'm running low on supreme spirit liquid, too. Why not just conquer the Tianluo Continent in a couple of days?
As he was thinking, a petite golden figure passed through the morning light and climbed the stone steps. Barefoot and silent, Mandala stopped beside him, looking out over the square with him.
"Dragon Phoenix Heaven is about to open."
"They say it holds essence blood left behind by a true dragon and a true phoenix. It's beneficial for body tempering." Mandala turned toward him, daylight reflected in her golden eyes. "Are you going?"
This fellow was clearly only in the Supreme Realm, yet his combat strength was frighteningly high. Dragon Phoenix Heaven ought to be useful to him, right?
"Dragon Phoenix Heaven..." Mu Chen paused at her words, then smiled. "Of course I'm going."
So it was already that time? Those dragon and phoenix spirits were good stuff. Naturally, he wasn't going to pass them up.
Mountains crowded together, their primeval aura reaching the heavens.
When Mu Chen and his party reached the Dragon Phoenix Mountain Range, the sun hung directly overhead, blazing gold and washing the land below-pounded time and again by the years and by legends-almost white.
The mountain range had a strange shape. It hardly looked natural, more as though two invisible hands had shoved ruthlessly inward from east and west, forcing thousands upon thousands of peaks