Night returns.

The sacred moon slowly climbed up into the sky, like a cold and aloof goddess, silently watching the peaceful wilderness.

Under the moonlight, a figure walked into the cave where the Fenggun tribe worshiped the sacred fire.

The figure is small and frail, but that small body seems to possess huge power. Even in front of the sacred fire, it is difficult to ignore his existence.

"Xinhuo, where is the path for witches?"

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

Xi's mysterious identity and the "Heaven" in Hua Xu's words gave Feng Xi a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He is confused, how to face the foggy future?

All the past events flashed through his mind, and before he knew it, he came to the source of his magical power, Xinhuo.

The fire was swaying away from the altar, and it seemed that Feng Xi's complicated emotions could be felt, gently rotating around him, as if telling and comforting.

"I have always believed that witchcraft is the path of mankind and the pioneer who will lead the human race in the future."

"Can……"

After Feng Xi spoke for a moment, the truth told by Hua Xu 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 the thunder god, confident that his path is correct, because human civilization is supporting him behind him.

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

But it was difficult for him to remain calm when he learned about the dangers Feng Gun and Xi would face in the future.

Hope is his only weakness in this world.

And what she has to face is most likely that person. Even if Feng Xiwu's road comes to an end, he may only be able to look up to the supreme "heaven", but he will never be able to compare with it!

At this moment, instead of asking about Xinhuo, Feng Xi was asking himself, where is his witch?

"Xi, promise me not to be enemies with them!"

Hua Xu's plea still echoes in Feng Xi's ears.

At that moment, Feng Xi seemed to see Hua Xu's fearful eyes when he understood the witchcraft path.

He seemed to understand that Hua Xu did not blindly worship and believe in gods like her tribe. Her awe and fear were because she knew far better than anyone else how powerful gods were!

"Buzz!"

As if sensing Feng Xi's confusion, the flames swirling around him returned to the altar and made a buzzing sound.

Feng Xi raised his head subconsciously, and saw that the fire in front of him suddenly burst into flames, with a wisp of shadow looming in it.

It was a figure wearing a beast suit, squatting on the ground, holding a flint and drilling seriously. It was also the most profound image left in the Origin of Fire.

Make fire by drilling wood!

"Sui Huang!"

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

But nothing happened. It seemed that this was just a scene captured by Xinhuo from a long time ago.

"Firefire!"

Feng Xi frowned and stared closely at Xinhuo's behavior, somewhat puzzled by its appearance of drilling wood to make fire.

The picture was flowing, and the scene from the past appeared before his eyes again. It was not as immersive as before across time and space, but it seemed to be more attractive to Feng Xi.

A wisp of fire ignited from the Sui wood, and then separated from the Sui wood as firewood, and was held in the hands of Sui Ren.

Later, there was no more scene of the gods fighting each other, but the innocent smile on Suiren's face remained the same. He raised his head, and his eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, and he looked over.

"Inheritance!" Feng Xi whispered to himself, his eyes flashing slightly, as if he understood something.

A smile appeared on Suiren's face, and he gently moved the flame in his hand forward. The flame broke away from the picture, as if it appeared in front of Feng Xi across endless time and space.

As the flames left, the light of the fire dimmed, and a ray of spirituality seemed to disappear. The picture of the interpretation began to fragment, and it was difficult to condense it anymore.

At the same time, the flames drifted toward Feng Xi's eyebrows.

Feng Xi's body froze, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the next moment, he glanced at the fire that had become dim as if it had lost its spirituality. Feng Xi sighed softly, gave up dodging, and let the fire fall into the center of his eyebrows.

The flames fell from Feng Xi's eyebrows into the sea of ​​​​heart.

This sea of ​​​​mind is exactly the sea of ​​soul that Feng Xi naturally opened up when he understood the path of witchcraft.

This sea of ​​soul is not the three Dantians in the legend of later generations.

It seems to be placed on the body, and it seems to be hidden deep in the soul.

It connects Feng Xi's body and soul, and is somewhere between the dark and the dark. It seems imaginary but not imaginary, and seems real but not real. It is the source of the magic of Wu.

Once the fuel fire enters the sea of ​​​​heart, it turns into boundless fire, burning fiercely and turning the whole sea of ​​​​heart into a sea of ​​flames.

The many divine phantoms floating in the sea of ​​​​mind were instantly forced to the edge of the sea of ​​​​heart by the flames at this moment.

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

No, not all divine texts.

Among the many divine inscriptions, there are still three divine inscriptions that still stand in the center of the heart. Even the power of fire cannot shake them.

A dragon head with human body seems to have endless thunder power.

The journey of a dragon and snake leads to endless vital changes.

These two divine inscriptions contain spirituality that is different from other divine inscriptions. They are not like rootless duckweeds in Feng Xi's body. Even the legal principles of fire are difficult to expel.

There is also the last one, which is a flame.

When the flames came, it should have been driven away by the sea of ​​​​fire. But when the flames began to burn it, some changes began to occur. It seemed that the power of the fire was slowly merging.

"No, it's Xinhuo that's changing it!" Feng Xi's mind moved.

The sacred text of the flame is an outline of the path of an innate ancient god, which is most consistent with the origin of heaven and earth.

In fact, it is an explanation of the origin of fire between heaven and earth.

There shouldn't be any power of flame that can change or shake it. All flames are just a corner derived from it.

However, now, the power of Xinhuo, which is like fire but not fire, has not only touched it, but has even begun to change its shape and change its foundation.

From the power that originally belonged to the nature of heaven and earth, it became the power of Xinhuo that belonged to living beings.

"Living beings can change the world and then control it!" After observing the changes in the divine writings, Feng Xi finally understood.

In Feng Xi's eyes, the changes in the divine writings were not just simple changes in the divine writings.

It is also a different kind of confrontation between the person who created the fire and the world of evolving divine literature.
Chapter completed!