The wild gra.s.s and trees on the plain were infected by fiery sparks, turning the whole place into an inferno.

　　Su Yun and Yan Ziyu gathered all of their energy and essentially wrapped themselves around Feiyun, leveraging the ground in order to stop him.

　　Feiyun could pull a mountain right now so the two of them have been dragged for more than thirty miles. Two deep trails stained with blood were left behind. Nevertheless, Feiyun seemed to have used all of his energy. The bottoms of his shoes were gone too; his hands dripped with blood.

　　Nevertheless, he continued to move forward towards the formation.

　　In the distant, one could faintly hear the sounds of a zither and a woman crying - a heart-wrenching melody.

　　“His demonic blood is awakening again. If we don’t subdue him now, he’ll become a monster.” The scholar took out a white piece of eaglewood, resembling a spiritual ruler. He aimed it straight for Feiyun’s spine.

　　“Ra!” Despite his near-demonic state, Feiyun’s awareness remained. He turned back and roared, releasing a plume of flame from his eyes that blew the scholar flying. His white robe had a thousand burnt holes.

　　“Let me!” A white moon suddenly arrived with an ethereal woman right behind it - like a G.o.d coming out of a painting.

　　Dongfang Jingyue was here. A jade vessel flew out of her forehead and landed in her palm. Everything nearby became slow as if time itself was being affected, except for her. She walked towards Feiyun with a gentle gaze and touched the Yama’s spine with one finger.

　　Though Feiyun was ten times slower, he still retaliated with a palm strike on her shoulder.

　　She didn’t try to dodge at all and managed to subdue him. Nevertheless, she dropped on her knees as if struck by a lightning bolt.

　　Her right shoulder was broken but she continued to hug him with her left hand, not allowing him to hit the ground. She slowly propped him downward and they maintained this position.

　　***

　　The entire area around the shrine was now lava. Everything was refined.

　　“Haha! She’s dead for sure, not even a single strand of soul is left behind!” Shenya laughed and raised his hand.

　　Two divine garments flew out. One of them was on fire with red feathers - the Firebird Gown. It would never go away unless its master was dead. It looked like Hongyan had been refined in the formation.

　　The second garment was golden with nine embroidered dragons. They looked animated as if sealed within - the Regal Dragon Robe worn by the emperors of Jin.

　　He was shaken after holding these two garments and instantly put on the dragon robe. An imperial aura surged and blessed him. The four Giants next to him all kneeled and loudly said: “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

　　“Haha!” Shenya laughed with both hands behind his back, looking quite stalwart. Suddenly, he furrowed his brows and looked for something within the formation but failed.

　　“Your Majesty, what are you looking for?” An old man asked.

　　“The imperial letter.” Shenya became more anxious.

　　“Was it refined by the formation?”

　　“Nonsense, Father personally wrote the letter. It has an indelible mark of the Imperial Seal, this formation still can’t refine it.” Shenya had a cold expression: “That b.i.t.c.h must have already sent someone with the letter to Feiyun. This is not good, we need to return to the capital right now.”

　　Shenya started flying away. The four Giants and the experts performing the formation also followed right behind him. This impressive group didn’t waste time going towards the capital.

　　Meanwhile, the inferno was still raging, destroying everything within a thousand miles radius. The center had an unbelievable heatwave, looking like an ocean of lava.

　　“Whoos.h.!.+” Alas, the hot gales couldn’t warm Feiyun’s heart.

　　Once he regained his sanity, Shenya’s group was already gone for six hours.

　　The flame had extinguished but the ocean of lava has yet to solidify. A wave of flame still burned on top of it.

　　He stood next to the lava and kicked a boulder into the lava. It instantly broke apart and melted.

　　The lava still had the destructive affinity of the formation. This power was numerous times stronger than the lava found in the core, more than enough to destroy a pseudo Enlightened Being’s physical body and soul.

　　Dongfang Jingyue stood next to Feiyun the entire time.

　　“Feng Feiyun, if you blame me for this, just kill me. I won’t fight back.” Su Yun said; his lower body was mangled and battered after being dragged by Feiyun for dozens of miles. One could almost see his bones.

　　Feiyun’s eyes were empty; only a forlorn gaze towards the lava existed.

　　“Feng Feiyun, I am also responsible for Nangong Hongyan’s death. If you want to kill me, I won’t utter a single word of grievance.” Ziyu was just as miserable as Su Yun. His leg bones were visible while his left hand was nearly crippled from hanging on to Feiyun.

　　“She’s dead?” Feiyun murmured.

　　The scholar, Su Yun, and Ziyu were silent. They saw Hongyan being refined by the formation and burnt alive. One could only imagine the gruesome pain, identical to being boiled alive or fried in a cauldron.