Time drifted by, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
At this moment, there was no longer any flame to be seen around Zhou Tong. Instead, he was surrounded by a scene of pure, natural serenity. Lush plants grew all around him, thick and verdant, while a hundred flowers bloomed in breathtaking splendor.
This place no longer seemed to be the Myriad Gods Mansion, but rather a Pure Land—quiet and natural, with even the faint fragrance of flowers and grass lingering in the air.
But upon seeing this sight, both the Formation Spirit of the Myriad Gods Mansion and the Golden Eye Puppet were stunned.
Over the past hundred years, they had watched Zhou Tong cultivate, so they knew perfectly well that this was no Pure Land. It was plainly a stretch of Hell. Those flowers, grasses, and trees were all flowers of flame, grass of flame, and trees of flame!
Every flower, every blade of grass, and every tree there was a different kind of flame, all of them highly compressed and condensed. Within that sea of flowers, the explosion of even a single petal from any flower would be enough to kill an ordinary World God.
Zhou Tong had tamed these flames to such an extent that they seemed to have transformed their very forms, leaving the Formation Spirit and Golden Eye Puppet deeply shaken.
"What a terrifying realm. He has turned fire into wood, making it lifelike—even the flowers and grass sway in the breeze. This mastery of the Path of Fire Control alone is enough for him to take that step and become a Dao Lord. And he would not be weak, either; he would at least be among the stronger One-step Dao Lords," the Golden Eye Puppet exclaimed.
Yet this