Leaving the opulent Celestial Nexus, Feng Xuan journeyed to the Northern Cosmos, a realm of perpetual darkness and infernal flames. The Crimson Abyss, Raizel Bloodthorne's domain, was a stark contrast to Altan's shimmering realm. Obsidian mountains and rivers of molten fire defined the landscape, exuding a menacing aura.
Raizel Bloodthorne, the Prince of the Abyssal Flame, sat on his jagged black throne, runes glowing crimson. His eyes, like embers, fixed on Feng Xuan as he approached. The air crackled with infernal energy.
"Feng Xuan," Raizel's voice was a low growl, echoing through the abyss. "The Heavenly Talent who stumbled? What brings you to my domain?"
The mockery was even more pronounced than Altan's. Feng Xuan braced himself, his pride a constant ache. He repeated his plea, describing Wang Jian and the threat he posed.
Raizel listened, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "A demonic cultivator bested you? In your own cosmos? Impressive…ly pathetic."
