The underground cavern was silent and desolate, save for one area that continuously radiated heat.
This area was clearly an illusion forged from flames.
Yet it looked like a true mortal paradise, with towering palaces among the clouds, suffused with ethereal mists and divine light.
'That must be the True Blood of the Vermilion Bird. But to think a Tier Five Fire Beast is protecting it… This is trouble.' Wuzhou thought, hiding in a corner and concealing his presence.
He had only discovered this place thanks to the immense fortune of the horse slave, Ma Dachun.
Wuzhou had found it simply by following Ma Dachun's trail.
Of course, Ma Dachun was no longer there; he had been scared off by the Fire Beast, which resembled a fiery red Griffin.
Wuzhou could hardly imagine how terrifying it would be if Ma Dachun, with such overwhelmingly powerful fortune, were to embark on the path of cultivation.
The protagonists from the biographies of Saints were probably no different.
