Patriarch of the Nether River manipulated two puppets that had already run out of strength, returning to the outskirts of Flame Mountain. Without the storms caused by the waving of the Plantain Fan, the flames of Flame Mountain immediately returned to their former spectacle, or perhaps even surpassed it, the towering flames dancing wildly, the scorching heat making the entire space unbearably hot.
The sky that had been obscured by dark clouds turned crimson once again, as the forcibly condensed vapor was easily dispersed by the hot waves.
Lu Yu sat on the mountaintop, leaning against the Fire Brick and protected by the Treasure Vase, contented, watching this visual feast.
When the supreme will of Shangqing had descended, he too had been taken aback. It seemed that the Journey to the West was of far greater importance to All Saints than he had imagined. However, what surprised him was that when the supreme will of Shangqing departed, it appeared to have seen him and shown goodwill.
