Zhou Yuan’s Spirit was seated atop the peak of a scarlet-red mountain. His Spirit power spread, stopping the golden fire lotuses that slowly fell from the sky before pulling them towards him. They hovered around his body.

There were already more than twenty golden fire lotuses around Zhou Yuan.

However, using his Spirit to grab and draw in the lotuses was far too troublesome. According to Zhou Yuan’s estimates, he would at most be able to collect a hundred lotuses. Any more would only create a frustrating situation, and he would not have any attention to spare for anything else.

Fortunately, Yi Qiushui’s Spirit flew over an incense stick of time later.

“The scarlet copper umbrellas are ready!” With a wave of her hand, a flash of scarlet light shot towards Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan’s Spirit rippled, and the scarlet light came to a stop before him. He looked over and saw a scarlet-red umbrella within the light. The surface of the umbrella was as...