Burning Heaven Valley’s air today was extraordinarily scorching. A ball of incomparably hot flame crazily burned in the center of Burning Heaven Valley, and in less than two hours of time, it creeped out over five kilometers away and completely engulfed the Burning Heaven Clan’s thousand year old territory until it was burned into a barren wasteland.
Under the flames, was one after another, pile after another pile of corpses burned into charcoal. From Burning Heaven Clan’s elders to several tens of thousands of ordinary disciples, no one was able to escape from this sea of flames ignited by the phoenix flame, and all lost their lives under the phoenix flame and Dragon Fault.
A true field littered with corpses, devoid of all life.
The once high and mighty Burning Heaven Clan looked up with awe by others, and could be called the Blue Wind’s sacred ground, was turned into charred ground just in this one single day, and became a graveyard looming with a burnt, barren, and despairing atmosphere.
Standing within the blackened debris, looking at the Burning Heaven Clan completely destroyed by him, Yun Che didn’t feel joy, didn’t feeling pity, and didn’t feel conceited or prideful from having destroyed one of the Four Major Sects. What he felt instead was calmness… Tens of thousands of people being buried under his flames and heavy sword, yet he was as calm as though he had merely squashed a crowd of lowly ants to death.
And this kind of calmness wasn’t deliberately acted out or sustained by him, it was instead a true and genuine calmness that stems from the soul. Ordinary people couldn’t possibly witness such a situation and scenery, and more so couldn’t cause them. Yet to him, it was already too too many times…