After Shi Hao emerged from his seclusion, he learned that the registration for the Alchemy Dao competition had already begun.
He hastily went to register.
Since it was already the third day, the most exaggerated rush had passed; although there was still a line, it wasn't very long—relative to the first two days, there were still about two hundred people ahead of Shi Hao in each of the seven lines.
"I heard that this time, the champion's prize is the Cloud Flame Fire!"
"Yes, that's a Spiritual Fire, once possessed by Master Jiang. Whoever owns it will not only acquire the fire but might also gain some of Master Jiang's Alchemy experience from it."
"Such a precious item, how could they dare to offer it as a prize?"
"You just don't understand, do you? You should know that the Spiritual Fire chooses its owner. If it doesn't wish to follow you, your strength and alchemy level are of no use, no matter how high they are."
