Emperor Yan led the gods flying out of the tribe, but as they looked beyond it, every one of them found themselves at a loss.
As far as the eye could see, heaven and earth were a sea of flames. Birdsong was scarce, and the spirit beasts once commonly seen were nowhere to be found.
All they could see was wind, smoke, and raging fire, sweeping across heaven and earth.
Countless living beings had already lost their breath in the flames, turned into charred corpses!
In this despairing world, it was difficult to find any trace of life.
At the sight, Emperor Yan's eyes darkened. He abruptly transformed into a divine body a thousand zhang tall, becoming like an enormous god of flame. He inhaled the ocean-like fires raging across the land, drawing every flicker of flame within tens of millions of miles into his belly.
Crimson light flowed through his abdomen like red glass.
A great cauldron appeared in his hand.
It was the Shennong Cauldron. Once unfurled, it too absorbed boundless fire-origin power, while also attempting to gather some of the spirit beasts, gods, and others who had escaped from the sea of fire.
Seeing this, the other gods hurriedly cast their arts to save living beings.
But the results were not great.
Those who could escape had long since fled. Those who could not had already turned to ashes.
Upon the enormous Solar Divine Mountain, Yan Ju could sense the Nine-Colored Compass above his head gradually heating up.
The formation formed by the ten Golden Crows overhead was simply terrifying beyond compare. It had already surpassed the limits of Origin Gods, like ten suns descending upon the earth. That dreadful heat was about to turn the mortal world into a domain of the sun.
Had he not