Emperor Flame Seed
"It really is."
Looking at the resplendent flame in Xiao Yan's palm, Yao Wan murmured.
Its color and aura basically ruled out every possibility other than Emperor Flame.
"It wasn't convenient to study it properly on the road, so I hurried back first. It seems I really had to come back before doing anything else."
The resplendent sacred flame gradually left Xiao Yan's palm. Under his control, it remained exceptionally calm from beginning to end.
"However, Tou She Ancient God has been gone for nearly ten thousand years. Even if this Fire Spirit Clan sacred flame still contains Emperor Flame's power, any trace of his consciousness probably..."
Yao Wan did not finish her sentence, but anyone could understand what she meant.
"...Yes, I know."
Xiao Yan nodded. Knowing was one thing, but he still had to give it a try.
With that thought in mind, the sacred flame before him surged ever higher. Xiao Yan raised his hand, and countless strands of Emperor Flame extended from his fingertips before flowing into the sacred flame before him.
Though both were Emperor Flame, there were indeed impossible-to-ignore differences, whether in their outward colors or inner auras.
The instant they came into instinctive contact, the aura unique to the sacred flame spread along the threads formed from Emperor Flame. In an instant, it climbed Xiao Yan's fingertips, rushed into his meridians, and flowed upstream.
"Mm!"
Xiao Yan let out a muffled groan. Unlike the violent energies of the past, this power acted upon his arm and, almost in the blink of an eye, turned it into dry firewood set ablaze from the inside out by the sacred flame.
Even so, he steadied himself immediately and began circulating Fen Jue at once. Enduring the burning of Heavenly Flames was hardly a