Several thousand Spirits flew past at low altitude. As they passed, both the slowly falling golden fire lotuses in the sky and the flames that flowed out from the cracks in the ground were cleaned out.

Zhou Yuan stood in the air as he gazed at the fire-gathering stage at the group’s center. The burning golden flame within had grown bigger and hotter. The total number of golden fire lotuses gathered had already gone beyond ten thousand.

With regards to this collection speed, Zhou Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

However, he soon directed his gaze behind him where Wang Chen, not daring to come too close, was closely following them with a group of about one thousand Spirits from the Fire Pavilion. 

Iciness flitted across Zhou Yuan’s eyes. He knew that Wang Chen was watching their every movement. He did not know why but he had a faint feeling that something was wrong.

Zhou Yuan suddenly asked, “Qiushui, how long has it been since we entered the Heaven Flame...