Deep in the Red Flame Desert, within the Red Shura Gorge.
Yang Wanyi, cloaked in the golden flame feather robe, sat cross-legged atop the fiercely surging lava river, her eyes slightly closed. Her graceful form unmoving, her skin and long azure hair stained a dazzling gold by the surrounding scarlet lava, resembling a sculpture crafted from pure gold.
Woo woo woo woo...
All around, flames flickered, hundreds of Evil Spirits hovering near her, emitting sharp howls from their hollow mouths like the wailing of a hundred ghosts, instilling a sense of terror.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the air faintly rippled with transparent waves, the Evil Spirits close to Yang Wanyi having their figures distorted, pushed away by an invisible force until they stopped ten zhang away.
"Hmm? Seems like it's time for a breakthrough."
Yang Dingtian kept a close watch on the activity, and upon witnessing this scene, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
After a moment.
Buzz!
