Within an unknown space.
Vines covered with a coppery rust extended like snakes at will, unceremoniously thrusting deep into Song He's body.
Exactly nine vines, acting like ropes, bound and hoisted Song He up, while nearby, a rabbit holding a palm-leaf fan fanned the flames.
Under his feet, flames burned bright like the morning glow.
As the fire rose, it seemed there was also the scent of searing flesh.
At first glance, this scene appeared almost like a form of punishment—in fact, it was not much different from actual torture.
Song He held his breath, Stabilizing Mind, enduring the pain of his stiffening body, the burning flames, and the vines penetrating deep into his flesh.
He strived to redirect the liquid injected by the vines into his meridians, cleansing the branches of the Miji God Tree which had already been tainted with a hint of bronze rust, before opening his mouth and "wa" vomiting it out.
