One minute later:
More than a thousand cannon fodder gathered before Chu Qing.
They proudly showed off their new forms:
"Great Lord Qing, ever since you had an immature idea, we've had many immature ideas too."
"Now, those immature ideas have been realized upon us."
"We've grown stronger, bigger, and brimming with confidence."
"Great Lord Qing, please let us return. We want martial artists of every path to enjoy our immature ideas, ultimately attaining mature forms and suppressing the restricted zones."
Chu Qing... fell silent for a moment, then softly said:
"Is this really good?"
A massive cannon barrel extended from beneath the leg of a giant dozens of meters tall. The barrel opened its mouth. "Great Lord Qing, what could be bad about it?"
"As long as we can suppress the restricted zones, even death is no matter."
"Let alone merely changing our combat forms?"
Chu Qing looked at the cannon barrel and somehow found it a little awkward.
He took a deep breath. "How did your immature ideas come true?"
Everyone wore looks of admiration as they excitedly said, "Great Lord Qing, it's all thanks to this Fire Pit!"
"You modified the Fire Pit with that unknown candle flame, and this Fire Pit possesses all manner of mysteries."
"The Fire Pit nourishes us, allowing our immature ideas to mature."
"To achieve our state, one must undergo this Fire Pit's transformation."
"According to our deductions and experience, ten minutes—just ten minutes—can bring some mysterious changes to the body."
"Every one of us has a primordial fire seed from the Fire Pit within our bodies."
"It is precisely the Fire Pit's fire seed that has made us stronger."
"My lord, you have created a peerless treasure."
"A treasure that can suppress restricted zones, flatten restricted zones, and be eternally praised