Blazing light shone like a torch, surging into the heavens and illuminating the sky.
A mighty sound filled their ears, as though a divine being were beating a heavenly drum. Its rumbling made their eardrums swell with pressure and ache faintly.
Chen Heng stirred inwardly and leaped into the clouds. Before long, he had left layer upon layer of drifting cloud behind and climbed several thousand zhang.
From this height, he saw a mass of brilliant light flickering at each of the Traveling Palace's four extremities, breathing in and out like some living creature.
Each breath drew in vast quantities of the grotto-heaven's spiritual energy, as mighty as great ocean tides!
They churned the entire lesser grotto-heaven into chaos, their force and spectacle overwhelming!
Chen Heng watched quietly for a while, then closed his eyes to examine it carefully. He sensed that, as the four Water-Fire Wells opened, faint cracking sounds like an eggshell splitting seemed to come from the deepest reaches of the heavens.
They came and went, almost imperceptible-
This Flowing Fire Grand Transformation Grotto-Heaven likely cannot endure much longer...
He opened his eyes and shook his head slightly. With a flick of his sleeve, he turned into a streak of white light and flew down toward Bright Virtue Hall.
When he entered the hall, he found that the disciples had all been startled and had already gathered there.
At the sight of Chen Heng, they all saluted, their manner deeply respectful.
"No need for such courtesy, everyone. Senior Brother Shen must already be waiting inside. Please."
Chen Heng exchanged a glance with the Red-Brow Daoist, nodded slightly, and called to the others.
After the cultivators passed through the wall and stepped onto the golden bridge.
Four or five Daoists were already standing beside the Water-Fire Well, in