Listening to the words of the Supreme Elder before him, Xiao Yan felt a ripple of realization in his heart.
The lower-level planes possessed extremely low carrying capacities and naturally could not compare to the superior accommodation of the Great Thousand World, which was likely why the Nascent Holy Flame had scattered across the Dou Qi Continent, dividing into twenty-two types of Heavenly Flames under the erosion of countless years.
The Emperor Flame Ring should have contained the Flame Mantra cultivation method, yet under the passage of time it had been weathered and corroded, turning into the Flame Mantra Residual Scroll, and thus it had fallen into certain cave dwellings in the Lower Realm, only to be collected later during Old Yao and the others' expedition to those caves.
This had also forged Tou She Ancient God and himself later on, and the Golden Dragon King guarding the space channel on the Dou Qi Continent back then was likely, to a large extent, meant to protect the Dou Qi Continent below from catastrophe.
At this very thought, waves of warmth welled up in the bottom of Xiao Yan's heart, but precisely what reason had caused these powerhouses to take precautions beforehand?
Or was it to say there existed some supreme existence capable of threatening their lives?
Doubts still permeated his heart.
"So such profound mysteries lay within... Yet this junior still holds a question in his heart: how on earth did Senior fall?"
"Is there a method of resurrection?"
Xiao Yan's heart felt a release, as matters such as the Heavenly Flames of the Dou Qi Continent all seemed to be secret maneuvers conducted behind the scenes by this group of peak powerhouses, leaving him at once both exasperated and endeared; as for why someone like Xiao Tianyuan, who towered