Time passed like a white steed flashing past a crack. Ten years had passed since the Great Love Emperor's wedding. That earth-shaking battle lay even further in the past.
On the continent, few people still talked about Xiao Yan and Hun Tiandi. After all, both were dead. Now, Dou Qi sects and clans contended for supremacy, and the Great Love Alliance did not interfere in any of it.
The Great Love Alliance simply stood quietly in the Central Plains, looking down over the entire continent.
Somewhere in the Central Plains, beneath a cliff.
"Damn it! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west-don't bully a youth for being poor! I'll return and take back everything that belongs to me!"
At the bottom of the cliff, a youth who had been knocked off it but had luckily survived shouted at the sky.
He limped into a cave at the foot of the cliff, only to discover in astonishment that a multicolored flame was gently swaying inside. Its brilliant colors shone against the stone walls, glittering brightly.
"Wh-what kind of fire is this?"
The youth was utterly astonished. He was an alchemist and recognized quite a few flames, but he had never seen the one before him.
"This flame's aura is extraordinarily mysterious. It's definitely beyond any ordinary beast fire. Could this be an exotic flame?"
"But that's not right. I could recite all twenty-two exotic flames on the Different Fire Ranking List backward when I was six. I don't remember this flame ever being on the list."
Puzzled, the youth circled the flame. After some thought, he reached out and tried to subdue this strange, multicolored flame.
He extended his hand, sending strands of Dou Qi to envelop the crimson flame. Yet, to his surprise, the flame was exceptionally gentle.