The nine-color precious lotus slowly rotates, its nine-colored light illuminating the meridian acupoints and stabilizing the divine soul.
Shen Xuan pointed his finger: "Swift!"
The layers of spirit leaves on the green sphere opened.
In an instant, an indistinct and clear crow's caw pierced the void, echoing within the practice room.
A blazing flame of pure red-gold burst forth.
The flame vaguely formed the shape of the Great Sun Golden Crow, poised to soar, radiating the terrifying Dao rhyme of burning mountains and boiling seas, illuminating the entire world.
"As expected of the true flame containing the essence of the Golden Crow!"
Shen Xuan praised inwardly, daring not to be careless.
He formed a spell with his fingers, cautiously guiding the untamed Golden Crow True Fire over.
The Golden Crow True Fire broke free, like an untamed ancient vicious bird, bursting with astonishing light and heat, eager to spread its wings and burn everything to ashes.
