Now, he finally understood why.
Because the Scorching Sun had appeared.
The fact that their people still dared to enter Nanwu County and didn't get killed on the spot already proved the people of Fuyu Mountain were showing great restraint.
The fear that once seeped into his bones made the old man close his eyes, still trembling uncontrollably.
He remembered the radiance as blinding as the Great Sun from the other side, like a deity walking among mortals, powerful enough to drive people to despair.
He recalled that god dressed in a red gown, sweeping along clouds of yellow sand, striding forth as if carrying an entire world.
When that deity's power just brushed over him, he was granted the curse of immortality, which allowed him to narrowly escape turning into a skeleton—until someone dug him up a hundred years ago.
The Sacred Fire Sect, the entire nation, was eternally buried under yellow sand because of the foolish actions of that generation's Sect Hierarch and King.
