Qu Zhu quietly watched this mystic immortal scene, his body still weak inside after the severe injury.
He distinctly felt the strong will behind the flames; it had been a long time since he had experienced such an uncontrollable constriction of his heart and lungs. It wasn't a lofty oppression, but almost serene and plain, as if it were an ancient, venerable life.
How many years had he existed—eight hundred or a thousand? What kind of power did he possess that could overturn so much? Why had he cast the Happy Death Tower into the world?
Regardless, he had arrived here.
Qu Zhu slowly raised his hand, and the spell formation that he had just outlined on the river behind him mysteriously started to float up.
Thousands of fine and beautiful streams surged toward the divine Spirit Fire Tree, beginning to trace from the edge of the Immortal Fire thirty feet away, forming the shape of [Other Shore Treasure Raft], enveloping everything related to the flame without a single leak.
