Within the flames of the Nine Ming Phoenix Fire Void Refining Array stood a thin scholar in a fluttering blue robe.
At the moment the Thunder Pool descended, the world fell silent.
Chen Jingxuan showed no sign of panic, simply closing his eyes silently.
Betting with life.
He knew he was betting with life.
As the Phoenix Fire broke and the thunder light enveloped, Chen Jingxuan's finger still tapped inside his sleeve... Ninety percent of the array's Phoenix Fire had extinguished, and he was still waiting.
For this battle, he had sacrificed much of his lifespan to complete the Roundness Instrument divination.
Bearing the favor of the heavens, these lifespans were not wasted. Chen Jingxuan saw the two crucial images of the battle at the North Sea as he wished.
One image was that dazzling golden Chen Ke Sword Qi, traveling across a thousand miles, landing in the reed marsh.
He had already awaited the arrival of Xie Xuanyi.
And another image...
