Lin Shen hurriedly closed the door and backed out, fearing that he might trigger the phantom within the flames.
The four of them inspected each mud hut in turn; the situation was the same in each one. There was a clay basin inside every hut, and inside the basin, a bonfire was burning.
Some of the bonfires had already conjured phantoms, while others were still just bonfires, not yet having given birth to any phantoms.
The phantoms varied, some still in a fetal state, while others had already taken form. The most terrifying among them was nearly solidifying into a corporeal entity.
It was a deity with the body of a human and the tail of a snake. Lin Shen couldn't discern its origin. The red flames converged into a flickering light, seemingly forming a substantial body.
"It seems that the color and aura of the flames in each Fire Basin here are slightly different," Lin Shen mused after stepping outside.
