Zhang Chen was stunned when he heard this. He had never imagined there would be such twists and turns. But on second thought, it made sense. The Primordial Fire Spirit's power was so heaven-defying—how could it possibly be easy to subdue?
Unless it had been locked away before it took form, subduing such a Primordial Fire Spirit would likely require the resurrection of Sage Pangu himself.
Yet a question arose in Zhang Chen's heart. The Queen Mother of the West had appeared far too early. She must have been born in an era even earlier than the Primordial Fire Spirit, giving her time to cultivate and refine the chains that trapped it.
The Queen Mother of the West must have taken form long, long before the Primordial Fire Spirit. At that time, the Primordial Fire Spirit might not even have developed consciousness yet, much less taken form. Otherwise, why would it have obediently surrendered without resistance?
Fire was inherently fierce and unyielding; it would never swallow humiliation and retreat. If flame possessed sentience, it would never submit to the Queen Mother of the West.
"How did the Queen Mother of the West take form so much earlier than you?" Zhang Chen asked, voicing the doubt in his heart.
The Primordial Fire Spirit immediately burst into curses. "Who knows why that crazy woman took form so early? She simply doesn't belong to this era."
After cursing, the Primordial Fire Spirit turned to Zhang Chen, its voice dripping with temptation. "Kid, if you choose to work with me now and release me, I guarantee that your future achievements will not fall below those of the Queen Mother of the West."
Zhang Chen glanced at the Primordial Fire Spirit, his eyes rolling as the dice in his sleeve spun without end. A strange