Although the Primordial Spirit's fire had grown considerably stronger once again, Shi Lan still felt a little relieved. At least, it could solve her immediate crisis.
What she had just tossed into the flames was only a fragment of the battle banner, and nearly all the divine energy within it had dissipated. If she put the entire banner in, it would surely last longer—at least a year, perhaps even several.
On top of that, if she collected more rare treasures, she might be able to hold out until she attained the Dao herself.
As she gazed at the fiercely burning Primordial Spirit's fire, a spark of inspiration suddenly flashed through Shi Lan's mind. With how domineering this flame was, even an ordinary Supreme would likely struggle to withstand it. If she could turn it into an offensive technique, it would undoubtedly give her another trump card.
After thinking it over briefly, Shi Lan set the idea aside for now. With her current cultivation, it was far too early to consider such a thing. She would only end up playing with fire and burning herself.
Shi Lan took out the blood crystal formed from the divine blood on the battle banner and examined it for a while. She could only sense the potent fluctuations of blood energy within, mixed with fragments of divine laws. It should be quite beneficial for tempering her body.
Incense gods were originally incorporeal. The flesh and blood they formed by defying the heavens and seizing creation already possessed the power to turn decay into wonder.
After Lingdou and the other rebel gods launched their attack, Shi Lan and the others encountered no further resistance. Every rebel god went into hiding, not one daring to show their face.
As a result, their advance proceeded at