Xiao Yan and Yao Wan only felt that, as their consciousness sank into darkness, it was as if they had sunk to the bottom of the water, with not the slightest movement left.
Not long after the scorching, fiery-red magma before their eyes faded into darkness, who knew how much time passed before everything in front of them was gradually lit up once more by a dim candleflame.
"Hm...?"
Xiao Yan and Yao Wan could not help hesitating for a moment. The candleflames surrounding them gradually spread outward in all directions, slowly illuminating everything before their eyes.
At this moment, what lay before them was no longer boiling magma, but a vast, gloomy hall lit by specks of candlelight.
At the end of the dim hall, when the warm orange-red candlelight fell upon a tall crimson figure, the shadowy hall was abruptly illuminated, and everything blurry before their eyes instantly became bright and clear.
That was—
Xiao Yan's dark-red eyes flickered slightly. This figure, which was truly rather unfamiliar to Yao Wan, seemed somewhat familiar to Xiao Yan.
Only, before Xiao Yan could say anything, that tall figure standing with his back to them, hands clasped behind him, curled the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly.
"I originally thought it was only someone fated who had achieved some success in the way of flames. But from the look of things, it seems it is not quite that simple."
As he spoke, that tall crimson figure slowly turned around. A pair of scarlet, fire-like eyes looked toward these two descendants of no shallow fate with an unusually gentle gaze.
"After tens of thousands of years of waiting, I have finally waited for the arrival of later generations."
"Though that said, I truly never expected them to be descendants who ascended