In that instant, it was as though a sun had arrived above the sky.
The dim, lightless crimson firmament and the barren, gloomy earth were illuminated by the radiance that suddenly rose above the Sky Dome.
It was fire—
Vulcan's fire.
The moment the shackles within his soul were released, searing light and High Temperature, sharp to the utmost extreme, erupted from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs, and countless tiny pores.
He did not even need to deliberately stir his Source Matter or soul. Simply existing there had turned the entire mountain-sized boulder into a furnace!
Huai Shi, standing closest, felt this body of his nearly burn to ashes in that terrifying heat!
When he turned back to look at Vulcan amid the flames, he could not hide his shock.
Just how advanced was this Blood Fever?!
Over long years of miracles and load conversion, alchemists accumulated an enormous amount of sediment within their bodies. As their Source Matter continuously underwent sublimation and qualitative transformation, this uncontrollable High Temperature and Source Matter fission would eventually emerge.
Unless they abandoned alchemy entirely, not even Grandmasters could avoid it.
Mikhail was like this, and so was Garland.
Though it brought countless inconveniences and pains, alchemists still took pride in it, calling it alchemy's gift and reward.
Every spark was proof of the heart and blood they had devoted to alchemy, a medal left behind by their creations.
But Huai Shi had never seen it reach such a terrifying scale.
He could scarcely imagine how many relics and weapons had been forged, how much effort and time had been poured out before the furnace, to accumulate so much fire.
Yet when silhouettes of souls emerged one after another from the flames and bestowed their blessings, he suddenly realized that this was not