The Fire Virtue Body attained at last, the vacant Dao Child seat stood ready to welcome him

Inside the Kitchen God Temple, all was quiet compared with the turbulent upheavals outside.

Jiang Yi easily refined the cluster of flame and was then ushered inside.

The two figures who had entered before him, the Heavenly Star Fate and the Flowing Spring Fate, were already standing in the great hall.

"The Kitchen God..."

Jiang Yi's gaze swept over the double-eaved hip-and-gable roof, covered in yellow glazed tiles. Billowing golden flames as large as millstones flowed slowly down, seemingly solid.

Drip, drip. They fell to the ground, sending slender wisps of smoke rising.

He had long heard that the Immortal Dao often appointed Orthodox Gods, having the countless trillions of people in the Eastern Victory Continent worship their divine seats so that True Lords could fashion avatars to travel the Jambudvipa Vast Land.

This Kitchen God Temple presumably owed its existence to that practice.

Jiang Yi stepped forward, his feet meeting solid ground. His Divine Sense seemed to be tempering in a great furnace in the Quenching Room, steaming with layer upon layer of misty radiance.

The enormous ball of Sun and Moon fate Qi was steadily condensing and shrinking, gradually taking an ordinary human form, its outline growing clearer.

"So this is an examination of fate patterns? Truly wondrous."

After Jiang Yi walked a hundred paces, the misty radiance overhead became as distinct as a painting, transforming into interwoven patterns like rolling mountains and crisscrossing river valleys.

During this process, he felt the figure formed from his Divine Sense growing heavy-or rather, gaining an increasingly unshakable "weight."

"With meager fortune and feeble destiny, one is like tumbleweed in the wind, pottery clay and broken tiles, shattering at a touch.

"With a little foundation, one becomes earth and timber, metal and stone, but still cannot withstand many great storms.

"With