Flame path: sun of ages
It was already the twelfth hour since Zeal's journey to the flame path. Zeal's movement had become relatively slower, and the blue cloud and sea of flame had become almost colorless like mirages. But Zeal continued his trekking; he could even vividly see some lightning sparks at what seemed to be the end of the blue flame. However, in the thirteenth hour, he stepped into another confusing quagmire. That's Because in front of Zeal was an incredibly dark flame, just like black coal. Many black butterflies floated around the path that looked like black coal terracotta land. They flew around—clustering and dispersing. Zeal had a morbid hunch about the things before him. He circulated the yang energy all his entire body. However, as he stepped into that path, Zeal felt his feet eroding at a fas
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