Two days later, the great fire finally began to die down.
Wenren Sheng tracked the source of the flames, but after looking everywhere, he still could not tell where it had gone.
A sense of unease rose within him.
If those flames reached Eastern Continent, they would undoubtedly cause a massive disaster.
Water and fire showed no mercy. That was no empty saying.
He looked up at the sky.
The sky after the blaze was gray and murky, with streaks of smoke and dust hanging overhead, casting a pall over people's hearts as well.
He could ignore the deaths of Western Continent People, Miken People, and even Southern Continent People. But if he ignored the deaths of his own people too, then the humanity within him would vanish, leaving behind only—divinity.
He called Li Yuanfeng.
"I've been a little tired lately. Go find the others about this." Li Yuanfeng answered lazily.
"This is a massive fire!" Wenren Sheng raised his voice.
"A fire? We've put out plenty before. There are standard solutions." Li Yuanfeng said weakly.
"The previous fires were all ordinary. This one is highly unusual," Wenren Sheng argued instinctively before realizing that Old Li was acting rather strangely. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you? Why do you sound like you're about to die?"
"I'm four or five hundred years old, yet I still run around with you people every day, staying up late and working overtime. What do you think is wrong with me now? You were right. I really am about to die." Li Yuanfeng sighed.
"I understand. I'll bring you some good restorative medicine right away." Wenren Sheng thought he was joking.
"It's useless. It's time for me to get into a coffin. The fact that I've lasted these extra years is already Heaven's favor.