The news of Ning Zhuo being trapped in the Xingyun Trial spread across all the peaks of the Myriad Images Sect like an invisible mountain breeze.
Chunyangzi returned from the Artifact Refining Hall, silent as a stone along the way.
In the afternoon, the sunlight fell on the Pure Yang Peak. The faint elixir qi atop the peak was as thin as gauze. Crimson gold radiance seeped slowly through the gaps in the clouds, lighting up the stone steps before the hall, making them as bright as if they were freshly washed.
Chunyangzi ascended the steps, his red gold Taoist robe fluttering in the wind like a battle flag that never falls. The scriptures of the Pure Yang Pill Scripture on the robe appeared and vanished intermittently, like a quietly burning sea of fire silently exhaling and inhaling radiance.
At this moment, the Yang Fish had already returned to his sleeve, gently swimming in the shadow of the cuff, occasionally leaking a trace of golden warm light.
