CHAPTER 75 — THE LAND WHERE FIRE BLOOMS
The clouds parted.
Not gently.
But with a whisk.
They burned away.
The transport bus pierced through the final layer of mist, and the world beyond opened up in a blaze of color so sudden that even seasoned cultivators caught their breath.
Below them—
VERMILLION PHOENIX ACADEMY.
It did not sit upon the land.
It claimed it.
The academy sprawled across a massive volcanic plateau, suspended between rivers of slow-moving magma and lush terraces of flame-touched flora. Structures rose in elegant spirals and sharp angles, forged from crimson stone, obsidian glass, and gold-veined metal that shimmered like living embers under the sun.
Bridges of hardened flame arched between platforms.
Waterfalls of molten light cascaded down distant cliffs, cooling into crystal pools mid-fall before shattering into mist.
The air itself felt alive.
Warm. Dry. Charged.
