Black Turtle's words reverberated like a bell beside Bu Fang's ears, which gave him pause as he watched the flames. A puzzled look came into his eyes as though he was pondering the meaning of those words.
'Use the divine power as a guide to condense a divine flame? Does Black Turtle mean I need to use a God of Cooking's divine power liquid drop and fuse it with the flames?'
A divine power liquid drop was extremely precious. Previously, the Artifact Spirits had expressed their pain when they saw Bu Fang waste a drop. He did not expect that Black Turtle would urge him to waste another drop this time. This showed the seriousness of the matter.
Because he trusted Black Turtle, Bu Fang did not hesitate too long. His spirit sea began to churn, then a divine power liquid drop shot out of him and rushed into the white flame, which was devouring all the other flames. The next moment, the white flame began to boil.
