WHOOSH—
Ye Tianling soared into the sky, landed on his Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword, and began to ride it through the air.
This entire world was a Flame Purgatory, but such an environment had absolutely no effect on Ye Tianling.
'There's a mutated flame ahead, only ten thousand li away. I can get there in half an hour. I hope it's not too late.'
Ye Tianling thought to himself and immediately flew toward the southern region.
Half an hour later, Ye Tianling arrived at the fiery land.
Over forty Cultivators were already gathered there.
Among them, a handsome man in a green robe had seized the Flame. Though he was stained with streaks of blood, he didn't look particularly wretched, but it was clear he had paid a significant price.
Ye Tianling flew through the air, stopping directly above the crowd and drawing the gazes of many Cultivators.
"Leave the Dao Fire and get lost! I won't say it twice. Anyone who doesn't… dies!"
Ye Tianling declared, looking down upon the crowd.
