Ronan immediately dismissed the idea of secluded cultivation, and stepped out of the secret chamber again.
The old, empty corridor stretched on, with the door to Prophet Eve's room closed tightly. Ronan glanced at it before walking straight to the other side's end.
Once again arriving at the Quivada Oasis, Ronan descended and strolled across the oasis land.
The severely corrupted plains occasionally emitted strange sounds like the groans of giant creatures, and the soil, seeping sludge, writhed slightly like blood and flesh. Some otherworldly demons ran across the field, and upon catching Ronan's scent, they all actively gathered towards him.
The self-separated titanium, like countless golden pigeons, flapped its magnificent wings from under Ronan's magic robe, then formed into enormous winged blades, wrapped with tar-like flames and rolling heat waves, wantonly scattering in all directions...
