The Fire Seed.
The legendary source of all fires, the sect of all fires.
Qin He stared at the crimson flame inside the three-legged cauldron, the gold-black patterns in the depths of his eyes pulsing faintly.
Chaos gave birth to creation, and the Fire Seed descended into the world. Gods and Devils fought bitterly for countless epochs, finally securing a pyrrhic victory paid for with the fall of heavenly gods and the blood of myriad races.
Afterward, the Ancient Heavenly Gods divided the Fire Seed and bestowed its fragments upon the Nine Great Demon Spirits, giving rise to the Nine Great Demonic Fires whose legends endured to this day.
He had long known these legends by heart.
But what exactly was the Fire Seed?
Was it a primordial fire that truly existed, or a fantasy imagined by later generations?
Qin He soon shook his head.
Since the Fire Seed was the source from which the Nine Great Demonic Fires had been divided, it must have been their fused form. Of course, that was merely speculation.
The Nine Great Demonic Fires nurtured and counteracted one another. There had never been any record of someone truly fusing even two, let alone gathering all nine.
During his decades in the Abyss World, he had possessed both southern ming li fire and phantom dream phosphor fire. He had tried countless methods, only to find that the two fires repelled each other and nearly turned on him.
If even two were like that, what about nine?
It was no different from a fool babbling about dreams.
Qin He's gaze returned to the cauldron. His fingertips stirred, and an exceedingly faint strand of power from the Gold-Black Law silently extended outward, cautiously touching the crimson flame.
The instant his fingertip made contact, his entire body jolted.