"Who are you?"
Luo Hong looked at the Flame Asura, whose intelligence was rather high, and asked with some interest.
"This junior is Yun Kong, the High Priestess of the Huochi Tribe."
The High Priestess did not dare conceal anything and immediately replied.
"You do know how to assess the situation. This seat's arrival here was ordained by fate; there is neither good nor evil in it."
Luo Hong spoke slowly.
"Ordained by fate? Is our clan's fate meant to be extinction?!"
Jiaotu's eyes were bloodshot as he suppressed the urge to charge forward.
"Fate has not yet run its course, so why are you in such a hurry?"
After giving Jiaotu a calm glance, Luo Hong turned to the High Priestess and said:
"This seat can offer you two choices. First, revive most of the living beings who suffered in this calamity. Second, impart immortal arts to you so that you will no longer be troubled by fire sha."
In this Great Cataclysm, very few living beings had truly been refined by Primordial Power. The vast majority had died in the secondary disasters.
With Luo Hong's abilities, reviving them would be effortless.
"Our clansmen can truly be revived?"
Jiaotu immediately asked excitedly.
"Naturally."
Luo Hong offered no further explanation. With a point of his finger, he used Heavenly Illusion Power to conjure a Flame Asura body from thin air.
Then, with a flick of his finger, he fished a primordial spirit out of reincarnation and sent it into that body.
With a sharp gasp, the Flame Asura abruptly opened his eyes and looked fearfully at Jiaotu and the others.
"Ancestor! High Priestess?!"
"Chi Guang! Weren't you torn apart by the out-of-control Black Stone Ancestor?"
This man was one of the Flame Asura True Immortals who had remained behind to