"Master, this is a painting. It's been around for a long time......" Ji Dan began. He and his ancestors had looked at this painting and other objects countless times, but they didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so it was just an ordinary painting.

"Oh, you spread it on the stage, I'll take a look!" Yi Hao's eyes were surprised.

Yi Hao stared, and the lines in the painting were very rough. The picture-in-picture has a back, and the content looks bland.

"Do you know where this painting came from?" Yi Hao saw that the workmanship and content of this painting were very ordinary, but the royal family treasured it like this, and there must be something strange in it.

"It's been too long for me to know ......"

"We've also tried grilling and drenching with water, and we've tried a lot of things, but the picture hasn't changed."

"Aside from the fact that the sword is difficult to injure in the slightest, we don't think it's anything unusual!"

"Oh?" Yi Hao was even more surprised when he heard this. You must know that only some paper silk used in the cultivation realm can be achieved without immersion in water and fire.

"I'll take a good look at ......"

Yi Hao opened the painting completely, placed it upright, and kept rubbing the lines of the picture with both hands, concentrating and examining it carefully.

In the hazy world of the painting, a vague back figure moves farther and farther away, leaving a series of messy footprints behind it. In the painting, there is nothing but the back and footprints, the earth is desolate and deserted, and the back looks extremely lonely. But the figure moving forward seems to be unhesitating and moving forward. Yi Hao repeatedly figured out the back and footprints, but found that there was no connection or law between the two.

The only vitality of the world in the painting is a faint flame floating in the left hand of the person in the painting, which seems to be swaying in the wind. The flames shimmered faintly, and it was hard to discern what color it was.

"Fire! That's the only ......"

Yi Hao's eyes were fixed on the hazy flame. After observing it for a long time, the flames seemed to become more brilliant in the eyes. He rubbed his eyes and noticed that the flames had become vivid. Yi Hao immediately activated his divine sense and reached towards the flames in the painting.

The Sudden Flames spun around, and they spun faster and faster. Then the flame changed from one flame to a single flame, and then divided into three flames. In an instant, the three flames accelerated their differentiation, and so on, and after a few breaths, the painting was full of flames, and the flames in the sky occupied Yi Hao's pupils.

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in the raging flames. The small black dot spun rapidly, and after a few breaths, it turned into a bottomless black hole. The air flow in the cave swirled, and a powerful suction force suddenly erupted, swallowing Yi Hao's divine sense.

Yi Hao's body shook violently, and then his eyes became dull. Ji Dan's face was shocked, and he was about to go and grab Yi Hao.

Seeing this, Zhen Gongba hurriedly waved his hand to Ji Dan. The two of them tiptoed to hold their breath and retreated to the temple gate and crossed their knees on the ground, guarding Yi Hao tightly.

The world in the painting is pitch black and cold everywhere. There was a black wind, and the cold was even more biting. Yi Hao walked blankly, and his consciousness seemed to freeze stiff. He walked in one direction unconsciously.

As he walked, he felt more and more that his essence, energy, and spirit were rapidly draining, and his body was abnormally tired. A strong feeling of exhaustion seemed to urge him to lie down and rest for a while. But there was only a glimmer of clarity in the darkness that told him that if he lay down, he would never be able to stand up again. He just held on blankly, burying his head and moving his legs forward step by step.

I don't know how much time has passed, I don't know how far he's gone, he's exhausted. He looked up into the distance, and there seemed to be a faint and imperceptible light in front of him. He dragged his legs, which were as heavy as lead, gritted his teeth and continued on his way. The light was getting closer and closer, and he finally reached the source of the light.

It was a bonfire, and several unknown sticks of wood crackled and burned. There was no one around the campfire. Yi Hao approached quickly, feeling the temperature of the fire blankly. The warmth that had been lost for a long time slowly soaked his faded body. He caressed the flames blankly, feeling the warmth emanating from them. This warmth intoxicated him, what kind of power is this, his eyes seemed to be a little clear.

The fire was burning, and the red flames were constantly bubbling upward, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes small and sometimes large. The flames jumped upward, pointy, up and down. Agile, elegant, jumpy, unpredictable. The orange-yellow light swayed and stretched in all directions. The color gradually deepens, yellow-orange-red.

They danced like elves, jumping and shouting. Swinging the tulle in his hand into the sky, a few bright red spots popped out from time to time, and then disappeared. There is also a faint yellow outline on the edge of the crimson flame, and I am afraid that even the "gods" cannot bring out this beautiful color.

The edge of Yi Hao's faint figure was also stained with a cluster of burning flames.

A black wind blew, and the fire was much smaller, and the small red flames shifted to the side. The fire grew smaller, revealing a black shell of the burnt wood.

When the last bit of dazzling fire disappeared into the darkness, Yi Hao only felt that the stars had shifted, and his eyes suddenly changed.

It's a wasteland, full of weeds.

Suddenly, a small flame appeared over the wasteland. It leaped gently through the wasteland, and seemed unusually small in the vastness of the world. Small flames dance in the wind, and there is a "danger" of being extinguished at any time. There were a few "pops" and "pops", and several sparks burst out from the top of the flames, drifting high and far away with the wind, and the red light flashed in the black sky.

"A spark can start a prairie fire." A whisper, like a Zen soft singing, quickly penetrated into all directions. Everything in this world seems to be imprinted with these eight words.

The little spark suddenly went berserk and swooped into the wasteland, igniting an inconspicuous weed in the wasteland. At first, the flames made by the weeds were small, but under the continuous "impact" of the flames, they gradually broke through the "encirclement" of the original boundary and ignited the nearby weeds. The fire scurried in all directions with the wind, spreading inexorably like a prairie fire.

In an instant, the whole wasteland was set on fire, and the raging fire burned as if it had gone mad. Gradually, the fire grew bigger, reddered, and heated. The world is full of flames, illuminating the time and space of the entire wasteland. What a violent and magical power! Yi Hao's eyes were shocked.

"Fire" is a symbol of light, and it can bring you warmth. Fire can make people realize their ideals, which is the fire of ideals; Fire can get people out of trouble, this is the fire of faith; Fire can make all things feel warm, and this is the fire of warmth; Yi Hao's eyes are like a lake, and there is a gentle light in it.

"Fire" is also a disaster, if you lose your vigilance against it, it will suddenly descend on us like a vicious fire demon, roaring wildly. Fire can bring everything to naught, it is the fire of rage. Yi Hao had the sea in his eyes, and there were stormy waves in it.

Fire, what is it, what is it? Yi Hao's expression struggled, and his faint body shook non-stop, as if he would disintegrate and disappear into this world at any time.