The flame burned quietly, giving off no shocking heat. Instead, it evoked an absolute sense of stillness and emptiness, as though even space and time had been silently incinerated into their most primordial nothingness.
Yet within its eternally dark-golden core shone a faint but impossible-to-ignore origin-white gleam, carrying the essence of the first fire that split heaven and earth—the fire of life, the fire of creation.
Destruction and creation, extinction and rebirth, ultimate yang and ultimate yin—all of them, at this moment, were perfectly united within this newborn flame in a manner both incomparably tyrannical and incomparably harmonious.
Ye Lin raised his eyes, and his pupils returned to normal.
Yet there was only stillness in his gaze—absolute stillness.
His expression remained unruffled, like a machine devoid of emotion.
With a wave of his hand, a dark-golden flame danced in Ye Lin's palm.
The flame appeared ordinary, but the terrifying power faintly radiating from its core made even Ye Lin inwardly alarmed.
Though this flame belonged to him, he still did not dare overlook the threat it posed.
It was far too terrifying.
After watching it for a moment, Ye Lin waved his hand, and the flame dispersed.
At this point, the entire lava lake had been completely drained by him.
At the bottom of the lava lake lay countless savage behemoths.
These behemoths had lived in the lava lake from the beginning, existing alongside it, and had long since grown accustomed to the terrifying heat within it.
Yet now that the lava was gone, they could only flounder frantically across the ground.
"Oh? No water left?"
"Fish can't survive without water. I'll lend you a hand."
Ye Lin smiled faintly.
With a wave of his hand—
The newborn flame danced at his fingertips.
At a thought from Ye Lin—
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