Even if they had never seen certain things, they had more or less heard of them. At the name of the fire, everyone's expression changed in astonishment. This seemed to be the legendary substance that could terrify ghosts and gods. It was said that the reason the realms of yin and yang were so difficult to cross was that, in ancient times, an ancient god had used samadhi true fire to forge an anchoring object that separated them.
It was called an "anchoring object" rather than a magical treasure because it had already transcended the bounds of what could be called a magical treasure.
Never mind the others-even Tong Mingshan, once he came to his senses, grew excited as he looked at the black and white flames in his palms. He, too, could hardly believe such an opportunity had fallen into his hands.
Wu Jinliang's bright, large eyes beneath his thick brows blinked and fluttered, glancing now at Tong Mingshan, now at the flames in his hands.
The others were relatively composed, but the other two who cultivated the Fire-Attribute Technique grew increasingly excited.
The reason was easy to imagine. Divine fire was constantly being delivered here. If Tong Mingshan could do it, that meant the two of them also stood a very good chance.
Zhu Xiangxin could hardly wait to ask, "Sect Master, may I ask how you fused those divine fires?"
Perhaps Wu Jinliang's influence was rubbing off on him: whenever he needed something, he called him "Sect Master." He had rarely used that title before. They were all unlucky souls who had shared a prison cell.
At those words, Wu Jinliang seemed about to speak, then stopped. He did not really want Tong Mingshan to reveal the secret so readily and wanted to interrupt, but after looking