Lantao Mountain.
The torrential rain had been pouring for seven days and nights.
The boundary between heaven and earth became blurred, the white rain lines like heavy curtains, obscuring the vision.
Ji An stood on the black Water Element Cloud, suspended in mid-air. The rain parted a zhang away from him, an invisible barrier shielding him.
He knitted his brows together, sighing quietly in his heart.
Upon hearing that the mist in this familiar place during the day could have a burning sensation, he realized it was likely nurturing a Spirit Realm of Wood Fire.
In this season, the mountain forest could not yet produce miasma, and fog would not rise at noon.
Eagerly riding the cloud here, Ji An was met with the heavy rain that followed, pouring for several days.
Water can extinguish fire. In this gloomy environment, whether a Spirit Realm of Wood Fire could still be nurtured was uncertain.
