Yao Yingqian, who had been haggling with other players, looked up at the sky, his eyes full of disbelief. "A flame phenomenon? Don't tell me it's really you, Boss."
Weren't we both at the Heavenly Being Fourth Decay when we last met, on the same level?
How had he reached the verge of entering the 7th rank after only a few months?
Was that even reasonable?
Then he looked happily at the person before him. "You want to buy my Demon Break Stones? Sure, but 300 Copper Coins per gram."
The player sitting across from Yao Yingqian's face turned cold. "Have you thought this through?"
Yao Yingqian shrugged, indicating that he could do whatever he wanted.
Wang Zhanbo, who had not read comics or eaten desserts in a long time, jumped up excitedly. "Ah Yi, did you secretly go get tutoring behind my back?!"
He cursed, but there was no jealousy in his eyes—only happiness over Chen Yi's breakthrough.
He had spent more than half his life chasing Chen Yi's footsteps. Wasn't it perfectly normal to fall a little behind?
A thousand people wore a thousand faces.
None of that changed the fact that Chen Yi was trying to condense his origin.
What was an origin? An origin was someone's ultimate interpretation of a particular path.
Laws belonged to the world.
Only the insights gained from laws and their manifestations truly belonged to oneself.
"My first contact with flames began with Fireball. That feeling I had toward flames was once lost, then regained when I entered the extreme realm."
Flames appeared out of thin air one after another, weaving together Dao and principles.
The Heavenly Being Fifth Decay already possessed attributes of sufficient strength. That power gave Chen Yi the possibility of stepping into reality.
What should have been