Just as Qin Tian was preparing to use his own Dao fire to forge the supreme essence born at the dawn of creation into a divine weapon,
he suddenly sensed a familiar aura flying toward him.
A streak of rainbow light swept across the horizon, leaving a faint trail.
Qin Tian looked closely. This person was very familiar.
He was a peerless divine figure, with a hundred and eight radiant halos behind his head. Divine light flowed through them, dazzlingly brilliant, obscuring his true appearance.
"The Yaoguang Holy Son?!" Qin Tian was somewhat surprised. Why was he here?
Light shifted in Qin Tian's eyes. Symbols of time flickered in his pupils as he gazed into the past and read the information.
The Yin-Yang Sect had been destroyed, stirring forces in every direction to head toward the Central Province.
They wanted to see the Yin-Yang Sect's current condition and thereby glimpse immortal Dao might.
But the Yaoguang Holy Son was different from the others. He had no intention of heading to the Central Province.
Instead, he was rushing anxiously back to the Yaoguang Holy Land.
After all, the ties of cause and effect between the Yaoguang Holy Land and Qin Tian were far too deep.
They were extremely worried that an immortal Dao trajectory cannon would fire from the horizon at some point and blast their holy son and their encampment apart.
Thus, they had hastily summoned their holy son back to the Yaoguang Holy Land. With the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron's protection, his safety would at least be assured.
As for the Yin-Yang Sect's former grounds, they could simply have someone send an image.
At this moment, Yaoguang and his companions were making their way toward a nearby Domain Gate.
Unfortunately, their luck was poor. Flying over the vast Eastern