At the ends of the earth.0

The small island was covered in dense jungle, with wild beasts darting through the undergrowth. Scattered villages lay hidden within the jungle. The spiritual energy was faint, yet a turquoise, unfathomably deep hot spring bubbled at the center of the island. Several streams of clear water flowed outward into the forest.0

By the spring, a cultivator in black robes sat cross-legged in silence. After half a day had elapsed, another cultivator in brown robes arrived, landed beside the pool, and cupped his hands respectfully, saying, “Fellow Daoist Feng, I’ve borrowed the Fire-Repelling Shield.”0

The rogue cultivator surnamed Feng immediately leaped to his feet, clearly having been lost in thought, and replied, “Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Fang! Quickly, bring it here!”0

The man surnamed Fang pulled a crimson...0