A flame, serene and green, merely the size of a fist, but even from a great distance, it made Shi Hao feel as if his divine soul could ignite. This was a mysterious divine flame.
Surrounding it, strands of mist dispersed, enigmatic and inscrutable, and a kind of palpitation-inducing fluctuation permeated the air, as if ripples of the Dao were spreading.
Is this still a flame?
Shi Hao was astonished, staring intently, 'How could there be an aura of the Dao?' he marveled.
"Martial brother, come over and help me. Once the Dragon Bone Soup is ready, I'll treat you to a whole cauldron!" Shi Hao exclaimed, but his heart was truly anxious, as he felt an ominous aura.
He sensed that this divine flame was difficult to subdue and had to think of another way.
Indeed, he was ready to soar into the heavens; the Kun Peng wings faintly visible behind him. Should he spread his wings, he would possess extreme speed and did not believe the sphere of light could catch up to him.
Shiiing!
