The long-silent lakeside lay still. The former blood lake had completely dried up, leaving only countless traces of burned filth.
At a spot where the flames had nearly gone out, scattered dark-red firelight flickered. It would vanish once it evaporated the last trace of blood.
But at that moment, the flames suddenly surged. From the size of a thumb, they erupted in an instant, as though oil had been poured over them.
He, dressed in black and wearing a mask, slowly stepped out of the raging flames and swept his gaze around.
He noticed the flames leading toward him and could not help but feel a trace of curiosity.
With a raised hand, the flames collapsed inward, gathering like a long serpent before flying into his palm.
This fire actually felt somewhat familiar to him, as though it shared the same origin as his own flames.
If they had not shared the same origin, he would not have so easily passed through so many places where rules manifested and come here.
But this only made him more confused.
Why did a World Body he had never seen before possess a fire seed that shared his origin?
Could it be that this child truly belonged to me?
The flames gradually died out in his hand. He lowered his head and looked beneath the dried lakebed, into the abyss like a bottomless pit.
Forbidden lands capable of giving birth to the power of rules did not exist only in the Western Region. Across the Five Regions, there were no few forbidden lands.
Thus, as someone from the Dao Sect, he was equally familiar with the rules and tricks within forbidden lands.
The core of a forbidden land often lay in its deepest reaches. Though it contained the opportunity of the entire forbidden