The tent flap fell once more, and the footsteps outside gradually faded into the wind sweeping through the camp lanes.
Qin He sat quietly on the couch and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Burning Heaven Lord's visit had seemed like another heavy weight pressed onto Qin He's already tangled web of plans. Holding back a High God for ten breaths was an extremely risky bargain, but the returns were equally tempting.
For now, he buried his agreement with Burning Heaven Lord in his heart and turned his focus inward, toward the gifts left behind by the great fire in the Endless Ruins.
He had marked sixteen Eternal Remains and, under the cover of the Demonic Calamity, ignited them all at once.
However, the ancient corpses possessed differing bodily foundations, and their incineration progressed unevenly. At present, only eight had been completed; the other eight were still burning quietly in the depths of the ruins.
There was no longer any Shadow Play-like replay of memories as there had been last time, but the unceasing stream of gifts had already made Qin He's soul faintly burn.
A thread of warm light slowly descended from the darkness of the void into the tent, hovering silently before him.
First came two clusters of dancing flame.
The flames were small, no larger than fingertips, yet their colors differed. One was blue-green, while the other was dark crimson.
No surging heat wave rushed at him, but if he concentrated and sensed them carefully, he could detect a wildness hidden deep within the flames, as though demon spirits that had lain dormant for eternity were faintly breathing.
Fire Seeds!
And Fire Seeds of the Nine Great Demonic Fires at that.
Nine-Li Cold Flame: A wisp of Natal True Fire from the Ancient Era demon spirit