For a while, luminescent particles drifted aimlessly, some even dimming into oblivion.
Huan, Xiyi, Little Yi, and the Blood Ants—all felt their connection to Xiao Ming fraying.
Witnessing this, Huan was seized by a wave of panic as the mysterious space began to falter, like a structure on the verge of collapse.
His only solace was an unyielding conviction that Xiao Ming wouldn't simply perish.
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Back in the Burning Heaven Summit
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Within the Heavenly Flame Palace, two figures sat opposite each other, their gazes fixed on a diamond-studded board littered with divining shells.
One was a middle-aged man, the other seemingly in his early youth.
The middle-aged man was arrayed in fiery golden robes, while the youth sported a silver garment and a princely golden crown. His eyes, like lustrous orbs, occasionally reflected a metallic sheen.
The middle-aged man's eyes, however, were godlike, seemingly housing countless stars, gleaming with wisdom that predated time itself.
