When vast quantities of wind took solid form and placed the Historian's head into the Fire Pit.
The channels that had been dug and laid beside the Fire Pit began collecting the Flame.
They converged on Lin Feng at the highest point.
On the ground lay six pieces of Ritual Incense.
The enormous face of Lin Feng now wore an expression of utter greed.
He wanted to approach the Flame, and the Ritual Incense too.
But every time the thought arose.
The Thunderclap on Lin Feng's body dispelled all his intentions.
The Flame in the channels also began spreading outward, seizing the spectral things inside the Kiln and refining them directly.
There was no pattern.
The roaming blaze seemed intent on burning everything in the Kiln clean.
The one directing all this was Lin Feng, yet it was not Lin Feng.
The real Lin Feng was the "Corpse" on the platform.
He was divided into five equal parts, and deeply engraved Inscriptions had appeared on his body.
His mask concealed his expression, but Flame climbed the Altar and reached his body, like water rising through capillary action.
Flame spread through the incised patterns on Lin Feng's body, gathering everything between his brows.
That was where the Vertical Eye lay.
It was also where Lin Feng's consciousness resided.
Vast amounts of the power of "Intent" condensed, broadening Lin Feng's vision and allowing him to hear sounds he had previously been unable to hear or understand.
Within the "Heavenly Fire," the "Root Teacher" appeared beside Lin Feng. He had not appeared suddenly; he had always been there, beside Lin Feng. Instinctively, Lin Feng looked to his side, trying to see whether a shadow stood there.
There was none.
The Historian who had left Flame inside his heart had truly dissipated.
Through his