Boom! The instant the flames rose, the sky trembled as if on cue. Then a merit golden cloud appeared and split into three portions. Forty percent entered A Bei, who sat on an auspicious cloud, forty percent entered the young man on the ground, and the remaining twenty percent entered the stick and wood used to kindle the fire.
After receiving the merit, the stick and wood shone with dazzling golden light. Worthless scraps became treasures, henceforth serving as the Human Race's Merit Divine Artifacts.
The young man's aura also climbed steadily: Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Profound Immortal... It did not stop until he reached the middle stage of Golden Immortal.
Not far away, the people of the Suiming Tribe noticed the commotion and were startled by the firelight. Over the past six years, wind, rain, and all manner of upheavals had left them unable to preserve any of the flames A Bei had created back then. How could they not be astonished when such bright firelight suddenly appeared nearby?
They immediately hurried over together.
Seeing the young man standing before the flames in a daze, everyone from the Suiming Tribe froze. Then the tribal chief asked him nervously, "A Nuo, this fire...?"
Hearing the chief's voice beside him, the young man abruptly snapped out of his daze and turned toward the old chief. His bright eyes sparkled with excitement he could not conceal. Smiling at both him and the tribespeople behind him, he said, "Chief, fire! We have fire of our own!"
"Fire... of our own?" The young man's words left the chief of the Suiming Tribe and all the tribespeople behind him utterly bewildered.
What... was that supposed to mean?
Hum! Just then, celestial music rang out. A streak of rosy light shot over from afar and landed