"Spirit Fire, Mystic Fire, Tribulation Fire, Stellar Fire?"
A thought stirred in Yang Ling's mind. His Sacred Kirin Martial Way Kindling had been classified as supreme by the "Divine Domain." Did that mean it was Stellar Fire?
"My lord, you and the chiefs must all have Tribulation Fire?"
Yang Ling cupped his hands.
Li Zhong and the other three exchanged glances and could not help laughing.
The Middle-aged Lay Buddhist also shook his head with a smile.
"Since the founding of the Zhao State, only a dozen or so people have ever produced Mystic Fire."
"The Founding Sage Emperor, Zhao Chongxu, was one of them."
"The Father of the Sage Emperor seems to have condensed Mystic Fire as well, but there is no firm evidence. It is only a rumor."
"As for Tribulation Fire, neither the Zhao State nor the Rong Tribe has ever produced it."
Yang Ling gaped, his face filled with astonishment.
Li Zhong and the other three understood how he felt.
Back when they were young, they too had thought they could condense Mystic Fire at the very least, with a chance at Tribulation Fire.
Only later had they learned how stringent the requirements were for sustaining different kinds of Martial Way Kindling.
Even if they had managed to condense Mystic Fire by sheer luck, they would probably have died on the spot, burned into dried corpses.
"Martial Way Kindling is not as simple as you imagine."
The Middle-aged Lay Buddhist mused, "Our supernatural power begins when we advance to Fifth Rank.
"Condensing Martial Way Kindling is the first step in the transformation of that supernatural power."
"At this step, ninety-nine percent of prodigies remain stuck at Spirit Fire."
"To put it simply, how much Martial Way Sacred Medicine you have taken throughout your cultivation, how many