"Little Fear" raced through the jungle beneath the night sky, taking in the distinctive ecosystem of "Plane Six."
Unlike the crowded clamor of the city, the defining feature here was tranquility. Ignoring the insects, birds, and beasts in the mountains and forests, only twenty or thirty households were scattered across dozens of square kilometers.
Even so, they were merely minor households disdained by the established great powers.
Setting aside those whose owners had yet to return and were temporarily vacant, every manor-like complex could be said to revel in nightly extravagance.
In such an excessively remote area, even with Flying Shuttles traveling back and forth, there was little point in living here day to day. People came solely for pleasure, socializing, and to experience the distinctive despairing thrill of Tearing and weightlessness found in the "Fallen Plane."
The wealthier one was, the wilder one played—when that sensation reached its extreme, it overlapped in some ways with the domain of "Pitfall Fire Hell."
That was likely one reason "Pitfall Fire Hell" had taken root on "Plane Six."
"Little Fear" could sense the poisonous fires burning in those places, within those people's hearts, like coal seams already burning out of control.
They might not appear especially conspicuous on the surface, but they had accumulated layer upon layer through everyday life. All they needed was the slightest accelerant to form a dark flame that was difficult to extinguish, turning the entire Form and Spirit Framework into a furnace nearly burned through.
"Nearly burned through" was still acceptable. But if it truly burned "through," that would be the gate leading to the "Fire Hell."
It had to be said that the tempering of "Little Fear's" Form and Spirit Framework "Container," along with the corresponding cultivation, had encountered no obstacles in the early stages.
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