The spreading flames finally stopped, and Profound Qi began returning to this body. Amid the burning flames, Sima's will was about to leave this flesh completely.
Four hundred and sixty li away, beneath the stars and moon, a broad, steady carriage traveled along the road. Inside, Ming Qitian leaned beneath the candlelight, quietly reading a Sword Manual.
To escort this young lord, the Immortal Platform had dispatched two Entering the Palace Gate cultivators, one in the open and one in secret. Now the surrounding wilderness was quiet and peaceful, with no sign that anything would come.
On the sacred spirit tree beside the river, sinews, bones, blood, and flesh had begun gathering anew. Before leaving his body, Sima issued one last hoarse command: "Qu Zhu, activate the Formation."
Qu Zhu quietly watched this scene of immortal eeriness, his body still weak within after his grievous injuries.
He clearly sensed the powerful will behind the flames. It had been a long time since his heart and lungs had contracted so uncontrollably. It was not some lofty, distant oppression, but almost tranquility and plainness, like an ancient, enduring life.
How many years had he existed, eight hundred or a thousand? What kind of power did he command, enough to overturn how many things? And why had he cast the Joy-in-Death Tower into the world?
Whatever the case, he had already arrived here.
Qu Zhu slowly raised his hand. On the river behind him, the Formation he had just traced began to float with mysterious intricacy.
Hundreds upon thousands of delicate, beautiful streams surged toward this sacred spirit fire tree. Beginning at the edge of the Immortal Fire thirty zhang away, they traced out the shape of [Other Shore Treasure Raft], enclosing everything related to the flames without the slightest leakage.
This was