Half an hour before the explosion.
At the border of the lava world, seven strange Fire Folk individuals were cultivating.
By Ming Clan standards, these seven could be called "oddities," or, less politely, "ugly people"—after all, Shi Long Huizhen had only provided a standard template. Without more detailed information, no one knew how to refine it according to the aesthetic preferences of the local race.
What was a standard template like? Put it this way: in the eyes of dragons, humans, gibbons, and gorillas all belonged to the same standard template.
The cultivation methods of these seven individuals were equally strange. One Nascent Soul-stage individual was pressed against two very weak individuals, continuously plundering the spiritual power and heat around them, transforming it into mana, and injecting it into the other two. This heat and spiritual power from elsewhere even included the mana of the remaining four individuals.
Meanwhile, directly below the many human incarnations.
Adu, travel-worn from the road, led a judge into the Yuan Magnetic Circle belonging to his Lineage.
The Ming Clan left traces within the Light Source. At the same time, they were skilled at using the power overflowing from the Light Source—the Yuan Magnetic Qi. They could even make Yuan Magnetic Qi circulate endlessly within a confined range. To humans, this was a spherical or ring-shaped space formed by flowing Yuan Magnetic Qi. But the Yuan Race perceived things entirely differently from humans. Minute distinctions between one stream of Yuan Magnetic Qi and another—their intensity, the structure of their magnetic field lines, and so on—were incomparably obvious in their eyes.
Just like the size and style of buildings.
And this Yuan Magnetic Circle was, in the eyes of the Yuan Race, imposing beyond measure. If its magnetic field lines were drawn out, they would form