"But put that way, it seems like this would make unusual problems even more likely..."
As he walked downward, Xiao Yan rubbed his chin, letting his imagination run wild. Before he knew it, he had reached a lake of magma.
Just as he was about to continue farther down, his brow lifted slightly and his ears twitched, as though he had heard a series of sharp sounds slicing through the air.
Heh heh heh heh, guests have arrived.
After briefly sensing their presence, Xiao Yan simply stopped and waited quietly where he stood. A wisp of crimson flame and another of earthy yellow appeared in his palm at the same time, remaining on the verge of merging under his control.
He would use this time to study the Fire Pill Technique and, while he was at it, test his earlier conjecture about the Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus.
Perhaps his inability to use the Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus was not because something had gone wrong, nor because he lacked the Green Lotus Core Flame.
Instead, he had been blinded by his own involvement, taking certain things for granted and overlooking them.
The three Huo Yun Marks in his eyes spun rapidly. Xiao Yan gazed intently at the two clusters of heavenly flames in his palm, which chased each other's tails like the fish of a yin-yang symbol.
Under his deliberate control, the two heavenly flames alternated between releasing an utterly violent aura of destruction and completely suppressing their presence, blending as seamlessly as milk and water.
Wait!
As Xiao Yan watched, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He seemed to have found the crux of the problem!
Aboveground.
The Glazed Sacred Hall, seemingly a relic of ancient times, stood quietly. Along with its dense fire energy, it radiated the peculiar rhythm Xiao