"Oh?"
Qiu Yan dodged the Divine Radiance, his senses settling upon that person. From him, Qiu Yan caught an intense aura of primordial antiquity and eternity, yet mixed within it were chaotic, motley Human Thoughts.
The people around him were also plainly dressed, but there was nothing unusual about their fleshly bodies. They were ordinary mortals.
"Hmm? The people here are all ordinary mortals. On this land where raging fire is everywhere, they could not survive without external protection. And this scene has already surpassed the Historical Illusion—it is another method, poised between reality and illusion, the past and the present! That long-haired deity must have acted and arranged it, but his methods are exquisite, and he has something to rely upon!"
As for what that reliance was, Qiu Yan naturally had his own judgment.
"Perhaps that deity used the Historical Illusion as a foundation and projected his own memories as well, condensing them into form! This would let him wield and borrow the power of the Ancient Gods more smoothly and conveniently! However, there is one prerequisite for doing this: when the Blazing Sun fell all those years ago, that long-haired deity truly had to have been preaching here! Verifying this conjecture is easy enough. I need only test whether this deity's methods have grown stronger."
"Not speaking? Why don't you hurry up and explain your origins clearly!" Below, the long-haired youth spoke. Without any visible motion from him, rings upon rings of patterned formations suddenly emerged across the surrounding earth, driving back the invading flames. Light surged forth from within them, shooting upward like a curtain and forming a cylindrical enclosure around Qiu Yan's Heart Demon Body, sealing it inside.
Then countless thoughts and intentions surged over—primitive and pure, fierce and monotonous. Yet they were like the simplest