Three months passed in the Flame World in the blink of an eye.
While studying, Wenren Sheng received a piece of news from the local mage circles.
"Have you heard? In White Dew City, 130,000 kilometers east of here, all the mages have died. The livestock are actually governing themselves now!"
"How is that possible? As stupid as they are, do they know how to operate the city network, filter poisonous gas, collect moisture, and maintain the temperature?"
"But the news is accurate. I heard dozens of nearby cities joined forces to suppress them. Yet, to everyone's horror, the mages who went there encountered an unprecedentedly terrifying opponent."
"What kind of opponent could stand against a coalition of mages from dozens of cities?"
"I heard the enemy possesses the power of chaos. It can throw the mages' Mage Spaces into turmoil. If their Mage Spaces become chaotic in battle, how can they fight anyone? If they do not die, they will be crippled."
"Ah, that kind of power is practically our natural nemesis! We absolutely cannot tolerate it. Has the Flame God given us a way to deal with it?"
"They held a sacrifice involving a million people, but received no response at all!"
There were all sorts of opinions.
The mages in the city were in a panic, saying all kinds of things.
But before long, one explanation became mainstream—some believed this was a warning from the Flame God.
As for the reason, it was probably because they had become utterly rotten. They knew only how to squeeze the common people dry, made no effort to improve themselves, and had gone so long without any progress. The amount of sacrifices had not increased for years, and even occasionally fluctuated downward.
They had muddled through before, but now it was