The high skies stretched thousands of feet, with fierce winds as sharp as blades, slicing through the clouds.
Ordinary cultivators reaching this height, without a protective artifact, would have their flesh and blood stripped by the fierce winds in an instant.
True Monarch Cyan Yang was surrounded by Cyan Yang Spirit Fire, which rose and swirled around him. The flame was warm and mellow, yet it firmly kept the violent winds at bay.
With a slight movement of his thoughts, the spirit fire suddenly surged, completely enveloping his form, transforming into a cyan fire shadow over ten feet high, before it stopped.
"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, could you listen to what I have to say?"
True Monarch Cyan Yang was still attempting to negotiate.
"Let's hear it."
The Profound Ice Divine Dragon hovered in the void, its dragon mouth opened and closed, emitting Shen Xuan's voice.
"Why must we stir up such a storm!"
