"This is the God of Fire Tree. Back then, it was one of the Fire Nation's sacrificial spirits too," someone was discussing. Clearly, Shi Hao was not the only one surprised; many people who had just arrived in this city were the same.
This place had virtually become a scenic attraction. Anyone who came to the Fire Nation had to come here for a look, or it would count as a regret.
"This tree already existed in ancient times and has grown all the way to the present day. Unfortunately, its divine flame was extinguished, its divine consciousness dried up, and it no longer has any great divine abilities," someone said.
This had once been a sacrificial spirit divine tree? After Shi Hao heard this, his eyes shone brilliantly. This was too astonishing. He stared at it carefully.
This tree was indeed unimaginably enormous, ancient beyond reason. Logically speaking, after growing to this point and passing through endless years, even if its divine flame had been extinguished, it should have been able to gain sentience again. It could not possibly be an ordinary tree.
But looking at it now, it had no sacred fluctuations, none of that aura.
The discussions of these people were not empty words. It had once become a god, but later its divine flame went out, and it turned into an ordinary tree.
Compared to the God of Fire Tree itself, Shi Hao was instead even more interested in the liveliness and the crowd around it. When one stood too high, the smoke and fire of the mortal world became the rarest thing. Thus, Shi Hao simply stood there in the crowd, watching the people around him talk, and a few traces of a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
"In ancient times, the saints vied