A group of people came, and Lin Yun raised his head with his bamboo hat on. The ones that came were from the holy lands of the Eastern Desolation. They came together and probably wanted to form an alliance. After all, many of the people here were from outside the Eastern Desolation.2

`The few leading the parties weren’t old but were all at the Saint Realm. When Lin Yun raised his head with his bamboo hat on, he saw that Ji Zixi was also amongst the crowd. She was shining brightly as she gave off a sacred aura. The youths from the other holy lands surrounded her, trying to get on her good side.1

The Flame Dragon River was dangerous, and those flying above it must bear great pressure. If they fell into the river, they would lose their lives. The magma contained terrifying dragon flames, tainted with a divinity that even a saint couldn’t withstand.1

Many people gathered here but couldn’t find a way to cross the river. But the holy lands came prepared and got a few elders to probe the river.1

“Young Master, there is a skeleton frame of a complete Flame Dragon at the bottom, giving off a powerful pressure. If we want to cross it, we must resist the dragon aura. If we fall into the river, even a Saint will have an issue surviving.” A golden-robed elder respectfully spoke to a young man.0

This young man gave off an extraordinary temperament, and was the young master...1