Twenty years had gone by, swiftly.
On a vast plain, over a hundred thousand cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle of magical arts and combat.
Bright, multicolored spiritual lights lit up the sky, with tumultuous waves of energy rolling through the air.
A deafening roar erupted as a massive bolt of green thunder illuminated the high heavens.
A brawny cultivator in yellow robes wielded a yellow long staff, a flick of his wrist sending forth heavy shadows of the staff like towering mountains, crashing towards the opposition.
The heavy staff shadows plunged into the green thunder, disappearing without a trace, as if mud swallowed by the sea, not a single sound escaping.
A cluster of green fiery light flared behind the yellow-robed cultivator, a gigantic green Fire Phoenix emerged, its head a radiant red, exuding terrifyingly high temperatures.
