After imagining for a moment, Si Kongyan arrived at the highest peak of the mountain.
There was a massive palace here, and standing before it felt as though one could overlook the entire Lihuo Star and the vast starry sky.
"Master, this disciple has important matters to report!"
Si Kongyan knelt on one knee, speaking with an expression of utmost respect.
"What is it?"
A short while later, a detached and weathered voice came from within the palace.
"This disciple has obtained the Netherworld Fiery Ice!" said Si Kongyan in a deep voice.
"Oh?"
The voice in the palace paused slightly, then fell silent.
Si Kongyan did not speak again, waiting quietly.
A short while later, the doors of the palace opened silently, and a tall figure appeared silently before Si Kongyan.
This was an old man, somewhat similar in appearance to the human race, though slightly taller in build.
His ears were slender and long, his eyes large, and the bridge of his nose flat.
He wore black clothes, but these garments were clearly condensed from some special power and contained immensely terrifying might.
Si Kongyan dared not raise his head.
This master of his was extremely stern and terrifyingly formidable.
To put it a certain way, if this master of his simply waved his hand in the outside world, he could incinerate countless powerful Origin Worlds.
Let alone a mere wave of the hand, if his master even shed a single hair or blew out a single breath, he could burn the heavens and boil the seas, incinerating tens of thousands of Origin Worlds.
"Get up!"
Ancestor Lihuo looked at Si Kongyan before him, speaking in a flat tone.
"Thank you, Master!"
At Si Kongyan's acknowledgment, he slowly straightened his body.
At this moment, Si Kongyan bore no