In the Dao Land at the heart of Central Heaven, Luo Tianxian stood quietly beside an ancient, mysterious Altar.
Her gaze pierced the layers of swirling mist and settled on the nearby Reincarnation Road, dyed crimson by the Eerie Flame.
A cold glint rose in her eyes, carrying a chill that made the blood run cold.
She slowly turned to Uncle Meng, whose expression was equally grave, and asked with worry and doubt in her voice:
"Uncle Meng, that flame can probably threaten even us, can't it? How can someone who's only just entered the Dao Ancestor Realm control it!?"
Uncle Meng stood where he was, steady and resolute as a towering mountain.
His brows drew tightly together, deep concern showing in his eyes.
He spoke slowly, his voice echoing through the Dao Land like muffled thunder:
"That flame's origins are likely far from ordinary. As for how he came to wield it, I'm afraid only he knows. Whatever the reason, we must be careful."
Luo Tianxian's fingers absently brushed the sword at her waist, its blade glimmering faintly in the dim light.
"I truly want to kill him more and more," she murmured, a trace of killing intent in her voice.
The scene of Evil Emperor's earlier clash with Jiang Yun surfaced unbidden in her mind.
That eerie firelight had been like demonic flames from the deepest reaches of Hell, shrouding the entire battlefield in a terrifying blood-red glow.
She had seen clearly how the flames burned all things, as though they could reduce everything to ash.
Evil Emperor had resisted for only a moment before he was utterly consumed.
Luo Tianxian thought that if Desolate Emperor knew what this Dark Dao Ancestor had become, perhaps even he would no longer want to spare him.
Uncle Meng fell silent