Realm of Sacred Flames, Part III

Stepping through the portal of the Flame Sanctum, Wu Jian and HuǒYulie emerged from the other side in short order, yet during the brief stint, Wu Jian felt the principals of the Dao of Space surrounding him far more keenly than the last time he had used such a portal. Either the gateway to this realm was stronger than the one used by the Saintly Sword Sect, or he was more perceptive thanks to reaching the Deva Realm.

“So this… is the Realm of Sacred Flames,” Wu Jian muttered to himself.

“Aye, 'tis so. Ne'er have I trod upon this ground, yet mine bosom flutters, and 'tis akin to my heart's recognition of this place.” HuǒYulie paused, tilted her head, then continued. “There dwells a legend, that Lord Phoenix hath sprung from yonder volcano, at the realm's very core.”

“And was he?”

“Verily, he hath. The tale hath been whispered to me by Lord Phoenix's own lips.”