The Outer City erupted in celebration because the spirit flames had returned.
Like sweet rain after a long drought, it swept away all the pent-up oppression from before.
The Inner City did not interfere with the Outer City in any way. It merely continued dispatching people to guard the city gates, preventing those with ill intent from stirring up unrest. Beyond that, it made no further moves.
Outside the Heaven-Earth Furnace,
more than a dozen elders and dignitaries of the Inner City knelt outside with miserable expressions.
They were all people who had stood by and watched during the previous upheaval.
Whenever two factions fought, such middle-ground factions had always been targets to be courted.
In their original calculations, whether the separatists or the steadfast faction won, they would still be able to reap ample benefits.
But who could have imagined that the emergence of the Heaven-Earth Furnace's spirit would shatter all their schemes in an instant through sheer overwhelming force?
What had made them worth courting before?
Ultimately, it was because they could command people.
With bloodlines as ties and benefits as bait, they could mobilize the elite within the tribe for their own use.
But the question was, within the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe, who could contend with the Heaven-Earth Furnace?
The spirit flames could not only burn all invading enemies, but also nurture the tribe and raise its descendants.
Every member of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe, from birth until death, could not escape the influence of the Heaven-Earth Furnace.
In the past, when the Heaven-Earth Furnace had possessed no consciousness of its own and had merely been a tool, naturally whoever was stronger had the right to wield it.
But now, this great lord had thoughts of his own.
What a fatal development that was.
And even more