On Red Island.
Following Kexiluoke's instructions, the Sulfur Fire Spirit smelted the fine silver-white sand from the beach and slowly shaped it into a tall, slender glass bottle as high as an adult, with a swan-necked tube.
Not long after.
The majestic white fireworks gathered above the island began to rotate and compress like a vortex, gradually shrinking before rushing into the enormous glass bottle.
A wooden stopper was swiftly carried by the airflow into the mouth of the glass tube, sealing it shut.
Pop!
After the stopper sealed it.
The glass bottle also let out a bubbling sound.
Within the empty glass bottle, the continuously compressed white flames had become a cloud of gas like a miniature tornado, or perhaps a head, constantly churning, collapsing, and expanding inside.
Very soon.
It stabilized.
The glass bottle slowly began to float. Ethereal mist and white flames gathered around it, lifting it into the air.
It was as though the glass bottle had become a magical bottle floating in the sky.
Perhaps because of the unique nature of the fire element it possessed.
This newly born Fire Spirit did not choose the empty, cracked wooden barrels the Sulfur Fire Spirit had painstakingly collected as its container.
It required a more delicately shaped and airtight container to serve as its body.
Thus, [Glass] became a fine choice.
The Sulfur Fire Spirit watched its new companion.
Its once fiercely burning arms and legs had drooped, with only tiny flickers of green flame remaining. It did not seem particularly happy.
It had worked so hard to gather so many wooden barrels, only for them to prove useless.
But that was not what truly disappointed it.
This newborn companion's container looked far more exquisite than its own.
The beautiful transparent glass made it deeply envious.
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