"Since the Blazing Sunflower can grow in places heavy with Yin Qi, let's find a place like that to plant it!"
High above, the Yin Wind howled, but Feng Qing'an didn't mind it. His dragon robe, shimmering with scale-like blue patterns, ward off the corrosive Yin Qi trying to infiltrate him.
This protection was just one layer, the outer one was the radiance emitted by the Blazing Sun tree seed in his hand, and inside him, held the demonic power of Black Mountain.
"Hmm!"
Dong Huang gently responded. With a silent agreement with Dong Huang, Youyou, the sacred phoenix, gently flapped her wings and changed direction. Soon, a familiar war-torn mountain range came into view.
But compared to that time, Feng Qing'an saw more clearly now. Because he was higher, he naturally saw more. And now, he was much stronger than he was when he was at Black Mountain.
"Where is this place?"
Feng Qing'an asked Dong Huang.
"As you can see, it's just a destroyed sect that was vanquished long ago."
