Three-Colored Glazed Fire

After another short while, Yan Chihuo suddenly saw an illusory child appear before him. The child wore seven-colored garments and kept searching all around.

Yan Chihuo took a few looks and immediately recognized it as the spirit of the Seven-Treasure Exquisite Pagoda. He secretly thought, What is this Fire Crow Daoist up to? Could it be that he really can't find me? Didn't he say that he had refined the spirit of the Heaven One Divine Water, and could sense it as long as I was near him?

Suddenly, Yan Chihuo recalled something else. When he had escaped from the Fire Crow Daoist that day, he had transformed into a stream of water. If what the Fire Crow Daoist said was true, how could he have let him escape? It seemed that his claim of having refined the spirit of the Heaven One Divine Water, and thus being able to detect it nearby, was a lie.

At that thought, he looked at the spirit of the Seven-Treasure Exquisite Pagoda, and an idea stirred in his heart. This Fire Crow Daoist truly learns nothing from suffering a setback. Last time, I refined the spirit of the Heaven One Divine Water with the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations. Now he's delivering another Seven-Treasure Exquisite Pagoda right to me.

The spirits of Magic Treasures were actually all quite weak. Thus, in a battle of magic, their spirits were generally not sent out. Only in a situation like Yan Chihuo's—when someone had entered another's Magic Treasure yet could not be found—would its spirit be dispatched.

Just as Yan Chihuo was about to make his move, a warning suddenly rose in his heart. He thought, though the Fire Crow Daoist was a demon, he had lived for several thousand years. How could he possibly have such a