Locke's eyes flickered. He had not expected the Great Wizard Sura to take out something like this just to win him over.
The so-called Primordial Fire was a flame formed when a plane was taking shape. During the process of evolution, some of the plane's primordial power failed to fully evolve and remained deep beneath the plane's surface.
It was extremely rare.
Basically, it could only possibly exist in worlds of medium scale or larger, because its formation depended on countless coincidences rather than following any inevitability.
Moreover, even if this kind of Primordial Fire existed, it would only be found deep at the core of such a plane, making it extraordinarily difficult to locate.
Therefore, even if such a flame truly existed within a medium-scale plane, locating and finding it would still be impossible without at least a hundred years.
This kind of flame was indeed a treasure to Potion Masters, but to other wizards, it was merely a precious rarity.
Locke looked at the wisp of orange-red flame restrained by magic and thought, If I can imprint my soul on that flame and control this Primordial Fire, I can master almost all Magic Flames. I can also raise the speed of switching between Magic Flames and the speed at which I control their size to an unimaginable level.
If I possessed a Primordial Fire, my skill in controlling the heat for Potions would improve beyond imagination. I would immediately gain the ability to refine even the most difficult potions among First-Ring potions.
Locke glanced at the kindly smiling Great Wizard Sura. He had to admit that a Primordial Fire—even just a wisp of one—was extremely tempting.
*Although Great Wizard Sura has explained everything very reasonably, he actually brought out something this precious just to have me help this