"This is just great!" Xiao Hua said helplessly. If he did not resolve the problem of the Origin of Fire, he feared he would not be able to go anywhere, only fly around playing with the Origin of Fire within the East Ridge Medicine Garden!
Qian Yuhua's corpse had already been burned away, leaving only a spirit armor about a foot wide on the ground. Xiao Hua took the chance to put it away. There was a hole the size of an infant's fist right in the center of the armor—it had been blasted through by Xiao Hua's consumable magical artifact!
"Good thing I had that magical artifact refined by a Golden Core cultivator!" Xiao Hua still felt lingering fear when he thought about it. Without that artifact, he would have been imprisoned by that giant golden hand, and whether he lived or died would no longer have been up to him!
"Not necessarily! Don't I have spirit armor on me too?" Xiao Hua raised his brows, thinking indignantly. Then he collected Qian Yuhua's long sword, Leaf Sun Fan, and the used giant-hand spirit talisman from the ground. Only after confirming that there was no longer any trace of Qian Yuhua having come here did he begin pondering once more how to deal with the Origin of Fire.
Alas, Xiao Hua thought of countless methods, yet none gave him absolute certainty. This thing could not be tested either, so he could only fly about the East Ridge Medicine Garden, wandering east and west. Another full day and night passed. When the first ray of sunlight from the eastern horizon fell upon him, Xiao Hua drew in a breath of solar essence. As his gaze fell upon his shadow on the ground, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: *Could it