The clouds and smoke were ethereal, and divine power was vast.
At this moment, only a flesh-colored cauldron remained on the Cangwu Platform that was situated above the entire Rodu.
Behind the furnace, there were thousands of lotus peaks. In the center of the lotus peak, Lu Ding was as warm and gentle as it had been 200 years ago.
However, what was surging around him was no longer a vast divine power, but an unknown power and aura. He looked even more unfathomable.
In this huge hall of the Cangwu Platform, the cauldrons were filled with spiritual movement and exuberant vitality.
For the second time, almost all the Last Flames in the universe was gathered. A total of five million cultivators were thrown into the strange flesh-colored cauldron.
Each and every cultivator's voice and appearance could be seen in the rising clouds and smoke.
In the 200 years since then, close to 10 million cultivators had died in the flesh-colored furnace.
