Yang Qing quickly averted his gaze from Horse Mountain to Ox Mountain. The Ox Mountain was the mountain covered in three different colored flames. They were orange, red, and blue. The more Yang Qing concentrated on those flames the more he felt like his whole body down to his soul was engulfed in those flames. The blue flame had the highest potency of the three, while the orange was the weakest, though even though it was weak it could burn a core formation to ashes in an instant.
"This could be an alchemist's and blacksmith's paradise as long as they could bear the flames," thought Yang Qing. Certain ingredients needed a certain type of flame to be able to refine them either into a potion or weapon.
Yang Qing even spotted a few unique herbs and ores growing within those flames. He had no idea as to their identities since grottos usually had unique natural treasures tied to the intrinsic nature of the grotto itself.
