Ivita's vision went black, and the next moment he found himself in a dimly lit night.
At first, Ivita thought he had escaped from the illusion, but the next moment he realized that there were no stars or moon in the sky here. This place was still a mental world created by the connection of the flame and his own spirit, whose specific location was unknown.
But now, this mental world had no manipulator.
In the night's grassy area, Ivita saw a light. Looking back, it was the Thousand-Year Fire, the one he was familiar with.
It was neither evil nor bloody, neither violent nor overbearing. The Thousand-Year Fire had some righteousness within it.
Ivita's eyes lit up, "That is the Thousand-Year Fire I know the best!"
He walked towards it, but found no matter how far he went, he was still very distant from this Thousand-Year Fire.
