"Shisan, do what you need to do. Leave this to me. Don't worry, these two salted fish can't kill me."
Zi Yuner's voice was as calm as ever, her lips curved as though she were chatting in the Bamboo Grove on Cold Moon Peak.
Lin Shisan looked at that smile, his fingers tightening another fraction around the flagpole.
The Wind-Fire Vortex churned beside him. He passed through five revolving walls of light and stopped three steps before the Nine Yang Cauldron.
He reached into his sleeve with his right hand, bringing both the Apricot-Yellow Eight-Formation Flag and the Jade Radiance Star Blue Flag onto his palm.
Both flags lit up at once. Golden runes and silver star patterns shone against one another across their surfaces, light spreading from their poles to their tips. With a thought, he activated them, and eighty-one little yellow flags peeled away from the Apricot-Yellow Eight-Formation Flag.
Each flag was only the size of a fingernail, wrapped in a layer of pulsing golden spiritual light as it rose from Lin Shisan's palm.
They spun, spread, and arranged themselves in midair, becoming eighty-one golden points of light that slowly revolved around the Nine Yang Cauldron.
The Jade Radiance Star Blue Flag unfurled on the other side at the same time. Silver star patterns peeled from its surface, becoming countless fine threads of silver light that swam toward those golden points. Gold and silver intertwined above the Nine Yang Cauldron, like a canopy of heaven being woven anew.
The Nine Yang Cauldron shuddered violently.
The golden runes on its body blazed to their utmost brilliance at that moment. From its base to its mouth, every rune circulated madly.
The translucent barrier covering its mouth trembled violently. The patterns surging across its surface grew frantic instead of slow, twisted