It was a vast river of flowing fire.
This was Wang Qi's first impression of a Ming Clan "city." What he saw was an incomparably brilliant river of light flowing endlessly around the Earth Core.
Of course, Wang Qi understood that this could only be considered a perception of the Fire Folk incarnations. Even if human eyes had undergone layer upon layer of cultivation and could open within lava, they still could not see this river of light. Every band of Electromagnetic Wave detectable by human eyes was unable to penetrate lava.
In truth, the vast majority of the Ming Clan could not see this sight either. Wang Qi had formed such an impression only because his spiritual sense had reached the level of the Immortals, both its range and precision far surpassing those of these Ming Clan cultivators.
If the True Flame God city Wang Qi had seen through the memories of some sickly man buried halfway in the earth—
was a dazzling, exquisite crystal ice lantern, then the Ming Clan city was like a river during the Ghost Festival, its surface filled with lotus lanterns.
The Fire Folk rarely possessed rest mass. On the other hand, they could easily pass through things such as rocks. The Fire Folk had little understanding of tools meant for physical matter. Fire Folk like the True Flame God, who created water and condensed ice amid eternal flames to forge civilization, were few in the end.
But that did not mean the Fire Folk did not know how to use tools or reshape nature.
The unnatural magnetic field of this planet was proof enough.
The engineering accumulated by generation after generation of the Ming Clan had penetrated deep into the Earth Core. Certain laws had been eternally inscribed upon it. The entire planet's