Yellow smoke shrouded the area around the body of the fiery phoenix, separating him from the storm of thunderbolts outside.
While it was smoke, it emanated an incomparably heavy, vigorous feeling as it resembled the great earth that supported all things.
Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed slightly, "The thick earth of meritorious virtue…"
Meritorious virtue was boundless as it replenished the heavens and extended the dao, flowing on in an endless stream as it protected the self with all evils unable to encroach.
Observing the aura and concept that was emanated as that fiery phoenix soared, Yan Zhaoge felt a familiar feeling.
It was similar to the true form of the phoenix cultivated in by Wang Hui and Li Jing with whom he had previously clashed.
The person currently before him was evidently a personal disciple of the Southern Exalt as well.