Xiao Yan and Yao Wan felt their consciousness sink into darkness, as though plunging beneath the water, with not the slightest movement remaining.
After the blazing crimson magma before them had faded into darkness, who knew how much time had passed before everything before their eyes was gradually illuminated once more by a dim candle flame.
"Hmm...?"
Xiao Yan and Yao Wan hesitated slightly. The candlelight surrounding them slowly spread outward, gradually illuminating everything before them.
Before them now was no longer scorching magma, but a dim, empty hall lit by scattered candle flames.
At the end of the dark hall, when the warm orange-red candlelight fell upon a tall crimson figure, the gloomy hall was suddenly lit up. Everything that had been blurred before their eyes immediately became bright and clear.
That was—
Xiao Yan's dark crimson pupils flickered slightly. This figure was quite unfamiliar to Yao Wan, but Xiao Yan found him somewhat familiar.
Before Xiao Yan could say anything, the tall figure standing with his back to them and his hands clasped behind him curled his lips into a faint smile.
"I had thought you were merely fated individuals who had attained success in cultivating the path of flame, but it seems it is not quite so simple."
As he spoke, the tall crimson figure slowly turned around. His fiery red eyes regarded these two descendants, who shared no shallow karmic ties with him, with an unusual gentleness.
"After waiting tens of thousands of years, descendants have finally arrived."
"Still, I never expected them to be descendants who had ascended from the Dou Qi Continent."
"Descendants of Xiao Di and Yao Emperor—after tens of thousands of years of accumulation, the Dou Qi Continent has finally produced successors who have stepped beyond the cradle once more. It truly