The immortal of Divine Fire Palace had been driven mad with rage, completely failing to notice the contradiction in his own words.
At that moment, he had only one thought: catch that damned ant, hang him up, carve the most venomous curses in the world into his flesh, let his blood and skin devour his muscles and bones bit by bit, Twist his soul, then hoist him on a flagpole before the gates of the Divine Fire Sect and roast him with sacred flames for a thousand, ten thousand years.
A century of time and the labor of countless people had all come to naught at the final step.
The hatred was simply unimaginable. It was as though a swarm of ants were gnawing at his heart, the pain warping his features beyond recognition.
He could not understand how the other party had gotten in, much less how he had nearly silently destroyed his Solar Fire furnace.
One had to understand that this was unlike the surface. Underground, the Solar True Fire was constantly erupting. It was the purest Solar Fire emitted directly by the Sun God Stone, the most primordial flame, nearly identical to the sun itself.
Let alone a Jindan cultivator—even immortals would be scorched into hopping madly.
Not to mention his sun. It was a great sun at the immortal realm, astonishingly powerful, almost infinitely close to a true sun, filled with a searing heat that could burn all things and an unparalleled defensive power.
Yet a hole had been silently dug through it.
Had there not been a connection between him and the sun, and had he not personally been standing outside keeping watch, sensing the situation within and detecting a trace of abnormality in time, he would likely still have been kept in the dark,