As spring gave way to autumn, time swiftly passed, and in the blink of an eye, three years had elapsed.
On this day, within the Fire Vein Spirit Aperture at the base of Binghuo Peak, fierce flames surged and billowed, waves of heat rolling fiercely, as the entire cavern was shrouded in dazzling golden light.
Zhao Sheng hovered midair, his Divine Thought flowing out like a ceaseless tide. Before him, the Golden Crow True Fire morphed into a vast sea of burning flames, and in the midst of this inferno, a mountain of gold rapidly melted into a vast expanse of molten gold.
The golden liquid gathered into a lake, the surface of which was scorched by the True Fire, giving rise to strands and wisps of brilliant golden light now and again.
As the Divine Thought soared, the brilliant golden light was drawn into a crimson Fire Gourd, where in the blink of an eye it transformed into grains of exceedingly pure Golden Essence.
