"Don't worry. Xiao Yan told me this fire is called the Three Thousand Burning Flame. It can automatically absorb star power to strengthen itself and heal injuries. I believe that as long as this fire doesn't go out, Xiao Yan's wounds will heal."
Hearing this, everyone nodded gently.
"Let's go. We'll take Xiao Yan back to the Soul Hall to recover. The Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus blasted this place into a barren wasteland. There's nothing here, and we shouldn't linger," Dugu Bo said solemnly, waving to the Soul Hall members.
"Mm." Hearing this, the Silver Dragon King bit the tip of her tongue. A drop of silver blood flew out and landed on her fingertip. She formed a strange seal before her chest, then lightly swept her slender finger across the space before her, opening a spatial rift.
"Let's go." Watching Xiao Yan, whose expression of pain had eased somewhat amid the rising purple-brown flames, the Silver Dragon King smiled faintly. Weariness lingered between her brows as she murmured, "Little fellow, you'd better recover soon. You still haven't delivered the pills you promised me."
With that, the Soul Hall members carried Xiao Yan into the spatial rift. The purple-brown flames kept burning around him, and Xiao Yan lay within them like a phoenix bathing in fire, awaiting the instant of rebirth.
The Divine Realm.
A gentle halo caressed the delicate skin of the clouds and mist like a mother's hand. The space here had an extraordinarily captivating solidity. The clouds were tangible yet ever-changing, sometimes surging like rolling waves, inspiring both awe and a sense of beauty.
Beneath the halo, a majestic palace shimmered with a faint golden radiance.
Inside the palace, forty-nine enormous pillars stood on either side, supporting the roof of the great hall. A passage three