It was mixed with an indescribable, magnificent, and ancient murmur, echoing across the entire sea of darkness.
The Spiritual Fire trembled violently, its light flickering on and off.
Fang Cheng felt as if at the edge of that boundless dark ocean, a colossal entity unimaginable was lurking.
It occasionally turned in its sleep, and the tiny ripples it caused transformed into a monstrous wave capable of shaking the lighthouse where he stood.
But Fang Cheng's mind was focused, showing no signs of wavering.
It was as if he had become one with the lighthouse beneath his feet.
Surging spiritual power continuously poured into it, and not only was the Spiritual Fire not extinguished, but it also burned even more intensely.
The light surged like arrows shooting in all directions, striving to dispel the surrounding darkness and coldness.
The red and gold flames, like the purest furnace in the world, repeatedly scorched that drop of deep blue.
