Ou Jin piled the Different Flame Stones on the floor in the center of the secret chamber. The largest were the size of a fist, while the smallest were a little smaller than chicken eggs.
Then he placed a rack over the pile of Different Flame Stones.
The rack bore many scorch marks and was mottled with black, yet a dazzling luster faintly shone through. Clearly, it was very old.
It looked like a treasure, too.
This rack could clearly withstand the burning of various Different Flames.
"Don't underestimate this rack. It's been passed down in our Ou Family since our ancestors' generation. They say it was made from extraterrestrial refined gold. Back then, most of the extraterrestrial refined gold they obtained went into making a forging furnace. They couldn't waste what remained, so they made some auxiliary tools, including this rack," Ou Jin said.
"A true master never shows his hand," Huang Xiao marveled.
This rack was like a person: neither could be judged by appearances.
If this rack were tossed outside, probably no one would pay it any attention. It looked rather ugly, and most people would likely consider it a piece of junk.
Ou Jin smiled, then opened the bottles and jars and poured their contents over the Different Flame Stones.
Some of the bottles and jars contained powders, while others contained liquids.
When these substances touched the Different Flame Stones, the stones' surfaces immediately began to hiss. Then an extraordinarily scorching aura emerged.
The aura forced Huang Xiao to retreat several steps.
"Five kinds of Different Flames!" This aura combined the auras of five different kinds of Different Flames.
Huang Xiao did not know their names, but since Ou Jin had brought them, they clearly were no ordinary flames.
"Senior Ou, how can you withstand the