Chapter 513 — The Little Vermilion Bird Awakens
The grand Stone-Gambling Conference had finally drawn to its close. Though the glittering crowds that had flooded Seven Kings City began to thin, the city did not grow quiet.
For as the gamblers and merchants departed, a new tide of cultivators arrived—powerhouses from every corner of the Tianyuan Realm—each one drawn by a single name that stirred both awe and greed alike: the Ice–Fire Secret Realm.
It was a place of contradictions, a realm where extremes intertwined. Beneath the earth, the ground roiled with molten veins of magma—vast and scarlet like the arteries of a slumbering god. Above the ground, however, lay a landscape of endless frost: towering glaciers and biting winds, where snow fell even beneath a noon sun.
