Within the red flames, there was an even brighter red than the fire itself, slowly gathering and flowing toward the depression.
Yun Yilan really ought to thank Luo Yunji. If not for Luo Yunji, he probably would not have left Incense Valley, nor the Southern Border, at this moment.
When the Beast God reached the "throat" leading from the Hundred Thousand Mountains to the Central Plains and looked at the valley covered in lava, he left the Southern Border without the slightest interest and set foot upon the lands of the Central Plains.
The affairs of the world were hard to predict, and even gods were no exception.
When the Beast God came to the Central Plains and looked upon the fine rivers and mountains—the rolling green hills, the murmuring streams, the birdsong and fragrance of flowers carried by Clear Breeze brushing his face—he seemed to feel a little of the beauty of life. At that moment, the Beast God's heart beat somewhat strangely, and a trace of panicked fear appeared.
He casually waved his hand at the green hills and clear waters before him. The ancient trees and green grass rapidly withered one after another, turning yellow and dry until they lost all vitality. Looking at the desolate scene that appeared before his eyes, the Beast God's heart finally returned to its original rhythm. This was the sight that put him at ease.
As expected, even if he had become human, a monster was still a monster, merely draped in a different outward appearance.
The farther he went, the tighter the Beast God's brows furrowed. The unease and terror in his heart made his steps somewhat unsteady. He did not know what had come over him. The powerful desire to destroy everything pressed down on him until he found