Day and night, winter and summer.
By reason, these should be completely incompatible or even opposite, yet they both resound upon this mountain, accompanied by gusts of wind like breathing, and the tremor-like sound emanating from within the mountain.
Li Ye stood on the mountain path.
Gazing up at a figure at the summit of the high mountain.
With the face of a human and the body of a serpent, entirely crimson, eyes vertical, just a glance at Li Ye brought forth an extraordinary sense of majestic holiness.
Yet it did not feel offensive.
It seemed as if it should be that way.
He was meant to be so mighty, overlooking the human world.
Jiang Qingqiu had long since hid behind him, even the Spiritual Mechanism Vine had shrunk a circle, clinging like a necklace around his neck, lifting its vine body, cautiously studying the entity in the distance with eye-like small flowers.
"Senior Candle Dragon."
Li Ye softly called out.
"You've arrived."
