Scarlet Pristine Sea, Zongquan Island.0

The clouds over Zongquan Island drifted, the air was damp, and a towering bronze ritual altar stood tall, its intricate carvings depicted various patterns of rain, mist, and thunder. The hues of greenstone and bronze complemented each other.0

Li Qinghong had cultivated here for over a decade. Since travel was inconvenient, she had Zong Yan construct another ritual altar on the island, at least granting some benefits to the island’s inhabitants.0

She slowly rose as thunder flowed over her jade armor. Around her, a circle of bronze and silver statues flickered with lightning. The lightning surged toward her and cascaded down from the jade sleeves at her wrists.0

Li Qinghong had been in seclusion here, cultivating for over a decade. Her strength had steadily grown, and her aura had become increasingly refined.0

Falling Water Rising Storm was naturally abundant...9