The Return to Ruins Realm.
Those words sounded utterly unfamiliar to Qin He. The lotus flame at his fingertips briefly faltered, its red-blue glow reflecting the gravity in his eyes.
He knew the Burning Heaven Lord had not lied.
This genius from the Fire God Hall had sailed through life on favorable winds. He had comprehended fire at ten and reached Saint Tier at a hundred, never tasting the struggle of those at the bottom. The pride in his bones burned hotter than the burning heaven flame.
An aristocratic genius of the Divine Court—that was Qin He's most fitting assessment of the Burning Heaven Lord.
Qin He asked nothing more. He raised a hand to brush away the lingering scorch marks around him, stirred the source-birth law in his palm, and prepared to leave.
But just as he shifted his feet, an utterly savage aura erupted behind him.
Qin He stiffened, instinctively coming to a halt.
Behind him, the Burning Heaven Lord slowly rose to his feet.
The golden blood at the corner of his mouth had yet to dry, and the Flame Dragon Scale on his chest remained dim. But the dejection in his eyes had already given way to a blaze of madness.
That flame was not the crimson of the Burning Heaven Law, but a scarlet mingled with defiance and obsession. It locked fiercely onto Qin He's back, its frenzied aura scorching even the surrounding void until it warped slightly.
"I told you the Divine War Department's coordinates out of respect for you as a worthy opponent."
His voice was hoarse, yet carried enough force to pierce the soul. Every word seemed squeezed through clenched teeth. "But if you think I, the Burning Heaven Lord, would concede defeat here, you've sorely underestimated me!"
**"This battle between us