Night returns.

The sacred moon slowly climbed into the sky, like a cold and arrogant goddess, silently watching the tranquil wilderness.

Under the moonlight, the cave where the Fenggon tribe enshrined the sacred flame came in at this time.

The figure was thin and thin, but that small body seemed to have great power, and it was difficult to ignore his existence even in front of the sacred fire.

"Torch, where is the path of Wu?"

Feng Xi raised his head and silently stared at the burning fire in front of him, with a little blankness in his eyes, the firelight shone on his face, but there was no burning sensation, on the contrary, it made him feel very warm.

Xi's mysterious identity, the "sky" in Hua Xu's mouth, gave rise to a sense of powerlessness in Fengxi's heart.

He is confused, how to face a foggy future?

Everything that had happened passed through his mind, and before he knew it, he had come to the origin of his supernatural power, the fire.

The flame swayed, out of the altar of worship, and it seemed that he could feel Fengxi's complex emotions, gently rotating around him, as if to speak, as if to comfort.

"I have always believed that witches are the way of people and the forerunners who will lead the human race in the future."

"......"

Fengxi spoke, and the truth that Hua Xu told made it difficult for him to accept it for a while.

The fear revealed in those words made Feng Xi understand how powerful the enemy was.

He can proudly raise his head in front of that thunder saint, confident that his path is correct, because the civilization of the human race supports him behind him.

Generations of witches in the future will support him behind him!

But it was difficult for him to keep his composure in the face of the dangers he knew of the dangers he would face in the future.

Xi is his only weakness in this life.

And what she has to face is very likely to be the one, even if Feng Xiwu's road comes to an end, she may only be able to look up, and she will never be able to compare with the supreme "sky"!

At this moment, Feng Xi is not asking about the fire, but asking himself, where is his witch?

"Xi, promise me not to be their enemy!"

Hua Xu's plea still echoes in Fengxi's ears today.

At that moment, Feng Xi seemed to see Hua Xu's frightened eyes when he comprehended Wu Lu.

He seemed to understand that Hua Xu was not like his clansmen, blindly worshipping and believing in gods. Her fear, her fear, was because she knew better than anyone how powerful God really was!

"Buzz!"

As if sensing Fengxi's confusion, the flame that swirled around him returned to the altar and let out a humming sound.

Feng Xi subconsciously raised his head, only to see that the fire in front of him suddenly burst into flames, and a wisp of shadow loomed in it.

It was a figure dressed in animal clothes, squatting on the ground, holding a flint and drilling seriously, and it was also the most profound picture left in the origin of the fire.

Drill wood for fire!

"Suihuang!"

Feng Xi's mouth opened slightly, as if he was about to cross time and space again to meet the forerunner who guarded the human race.

But nothing happened, as if it was just a picture taken from a long time ago.

"Flame!"

Feng Xi frowned, staring at the act of the fire, a little puzzled by its manifestation of drilling wood for fire.

The picture is flowing, and the scene of the past is once again appearing before his eyes. It's not as immersive as it was before, but it seems to be more appealing to Fengxi.

A flame ignited from the flint, and then it broke away from the flint wood and was held in the hands of the flint.

Later, there was no more picture of the gods fighting, but the innocent smile on the face of the Suiren clan was still the same. I saw him raise his head, and his gaze seemed to travel through time and space and look over.

"Legacy!" Fengxi whispered to himself, his eyes flashing slightly, as if he understood something.

I saw a smile on the face of the Suiren, and gently sent the flame in his hand forward, and the flame broke away from the picture, as if it had crossed endless time and space, and appeared in front of Fengxi.

As the flame faded, the light of the flame dimmed, a ray of spirituality seemed to disappear, and the picture began to shatter, and it was difficult to condense it.

At the same time, the flames drifted towards Fengxi's eyebrows.

Fengxi's body stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the next moment, after glancing at the flame that had become dim as if he had lost his spirituality, Fengxi sighed lightly, gave up dodging, and let the flames fall into the center of his eyebrows.

The flame fell from the heart of the wind and the eyebrows into the sea of hearts.

This sea of hearts is the sea of hearts that Fengxi naturally opened up on the path of comprehending witches.

This sea of the soul is not the legendary Sandantian in later generations.

It seems to be placed on the body, but it seems to be hidden in the depths of the soul.

It connects Fengxi's body and soul, between the underworld, seemingly virtual and non-virtual, seemingly real and non-real, and is the source of the witch's supernatural body.

As soon as the flame enters the sea of hearts, it turns into boundless fire, and the burning of the whole heart turns the whole sea of hearts into a sea of flames.

Originally, in the sea of hearts, many of the divine phantoms floating were instantly forced to the edge of the sea of hearts by the flames at this moment.

It seems that the next moment, he will be completely expelled by the power of the fire.

No, not all of the gods.

Among the many divine inscriptions, there are still three divine inscriptions, which still stand in the center of the sea of hearts, and even the power of the fire cannot be shaken.

A dragon-headed human body seems to have endless thunder and divine might.

The journey of a dragon and snake evolves into infinite vitality.

These two divine texts contain a spirituality that is different from other divine texts, and they are not like rootless pings in Fengxi's body, and even if it is the legal principle of the fire, it is difficult to expel it.

And the last one, which was a flame.

When the flames came, it should have been expelled by a sea of fire. But when the flames began to scorch it, it began to produce some kind of change, and it seemed that the power of the fire was slowly merging.

"No, it's the fire that's changing it!" Fengxi's heart moved.

The sacred text of the flame is the outline of the path of an ancient god born from nature, and it is most in line with the origin of heaven and earth.

Even, it is the elaboration of the origin of the flame between heaven and earth.

There shouldn't be any flame power that can change or shake it, and all flames are just a corner of it.

Now, however, the fire-like power that is not fire has not only touched it, but has even begun to change its form, making it easier to establish itself.

From the natural power that originally belonged to heaven and earth, it became the power that belonged to living beings in the body of the fire.

"Creatures can change the heavens and the earth, and then control the heavens and the earth!" Looking at the changes in the gods, Fengxi finally realized.

The change of the divine text, in the eyes of Fengxi, is not just a simple divine script.

It is also an alternative confrontation between the people who created the torch and the heaven and earth that evolved the gods.

"With the power of living beings, to comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth, to change heaven and earth, until they are controlled, is the path that witches walk!"