Failed Painter

Around six o'clock on the morning of December 26, at the hour when darkness and light changed hands, the orange-yellow sun was gradually rising.

Within the hazy night curtain that had yet to fully fade from Hawknest City's skies, an exquisite, bizarre Wooden Boat floated out of thin air.

On the ship, the radiance within Tang Qi's crimson flame-lit eyes gradually faded. His expression did not change as he silently sensed and searched for the movements of other Furnace Witches using Furnace Eyes, only to fail.

"The predecessors of the Dark Age could quickly contact one another. That was one reason they could wreak havoc across the New and Old Continents. After all, a lone Furnace Witch could easily be surrounded and killed, but once a group of Furnace Witches gathered, the situation would become uncontrollable in an instant."

"So the Furnace severed even that connection?"

"Or did its self-rescue fail, leaving me as the last Furnace Witch from beginning to end?"

The thoughts surfaced in Tang Qi's mind, but he immediately shook his head and rejected that possibility.

"When the Furnace was collectively sealed by the gods, it did not resist strongly. It was practically willing. Its self-rescue must have achieved the result it wanted."

"Let's try the second method."

After murmuring that, Tang Qi immediately blinked. A drop of flame-light surged from the corner of his eye and fell.

Slap!

The flame-light, entirely formed from Furnace Flame, erupted with intense radiance the instant it touched Tang Qi's fingertip. A petite, lively figure flew out from within the glow. It looked like a tiny bird covered in light, with fine flames occasionally spilling from the edges of its wings.

Life Curse!

Clearly, Tang Qi had drawn inspiration from the way he chose his own familiars.

No matter what the