"Looks like it really is."
Looking at the brilliant flame in Xiao Yan's palm, Yao Wan murmured.
With that color and aura, they could basically rule out every possibility except Emperor Flame.
"It wasn't convenient to study it much on the road, so I hurried back first. From the looks of it, coming back first really was the right choice."
The brilliant Sacred Flame gradually left Xiao Yan's palm. Under his control, it seemed especially calm from beginning to end.
"But Tou She Ancient God has already vanished for nearly ten thousand years. Even if the power of the Emperor Flame still exists within this Fire Spirit Clan Sacred Flame, as for his consciousness, I'm afraid it also..."
Yao Wan did not finish, but anyone could understand what she meant.
"...Mm, I know."
Xiao Yan nodded. Knowing was knowing, but in the end, he still had to try.
With that thought in mind, the Sacred Flame before him rose even higher. Xiao Yan raised his hand, and countless strands of Emperor Flame extended from his fingertips, then poured into the Sacred Flame before him.
Though both were Emperor Flame, there were indeed differences that could not be ignored, whether in their outer colors or their inner auras.
And the instant the two came into contact by instinct, the aura unique to the Sacred Flame spread along the threads formed by the Emperor Flame. In a flash, it climbed onto Xiao Yan's fingertips, surged into his meridians, and flowed against the current.
"Ugh!"
Xiao Yan let out an involuntary muffled grunt. Unlike the violent energies of the past, this force acted upon Xiao Yan's arm and, almost in the blink of an eye, turned it into dry firewood ignited by the Sacred Flame from the inside out.
Even so, he still