A continuous range of red mountains stretched across the landscape, giant clouds of fire floated in the high sky, and the temperature here was frighteningly high, causing the void to twist and deform.
A golden escape light appeared in the distant horizon and, with a flash, stopped in its tracks.
As the escape light converged, a golden flying boat, radiant with flowing light, was revealed, with Shen Long and Yuan Rui standing on it.
"Is this Myriad Flame Valley?"
Shen Long muttered to himself, following his gaze one could see a vast valley.
Myriad Flame Valley referred to a region, not just a single valley.
"There are quite a few rank four spirit birds here, and some of the spaces are unstable. There have been instances where Nascent Soul Cultivators fought here, and the aftermath of their battles shattered unstable spaces, triggering spatial storms. They were all pulled into the spatial tempests and perished, their lives and paths extinguished."
