What was fire?
Fire was the flame and light produced when things burned.
Fire was heat, brilliance, light, and life.
Fire was even the beginning of civilization...
From the end of history to the present, its flickering flames could always be seen.
Countless ideas and countless Dao Paths had sprung from it. Perhaps they were all right.
After all, "The myriad paths obscure the eye, but the Dao I see is not the same as theirs."
The sages of old had long explained that there were myriad Dao Paths.
Fire, of course, could also be interpreted in countless ways.
The Fire Source Canon, inherited from the Qinghuo Tribe of the Floating Continent, offered a unique explanation of fire—
Fire was simply fire, one of the primordial forces that made up the world.
All other concepts were merely "attachments" to fire, not fire itself.
The people of the Floating Continent regarded only pure fire as their totem.
They did not even acknowledge the existence of fire gods, nor did they accept that some great will could represent fire.
Because...
"A god has me, and where there is me, there must be selfishness."
Jiang Wang had always remembered those words.
And that was how he had always wielded fire.
His time on the Floating Continent had not been long, but it had left a deep impression on him.
He kept the Divine Path at arm's length. He likewise revered no so-called great will, and would never worship fire as a god. He treated fire only as fire.
Why could fire boil water?
Why could fire burn wood and melt iron?
Of course, because of its heat.
The hotter the flames, the faster water boiled and the more resolutely iron melted.
He had always pursued ever more terrifying heat, but his cultivation imposed