All the vegetation in the valley withered and died.
A sturdy body sat still, his eyes closed. A beautiful flame floated in front of his glabella, which had different colors including scarlet, shining silver, dark green, and ice blue. It looked so magnificent.
A peculiar flower that had a face of a pretty woman was covered by that flame. The crystal shrouding the flower was slowly melted down, revealing its astonishing glamor. However, that beauty was wincing in pain and it looked so real as if it was a real pretty lady.
The flower was fiercely burned and it melted down into a transparent liquid that was then evaporated by the flame. However, it didn't become steam but turned into some fine, long, fluid-like threads that looked like saliva. As the flame was illuminating it, it had many different hues.
A mysterious but deep feeling churned in Shi Yan's heart. His co-soul seemed to be divided into different sections by those fine threads...
