Returning Ruins Sixth Battlefield.
Base 0314.
In the Holy King Hall.
Before the Holy King Stele.
Yan Chuan paused before each Holy King Stele, contemplating and studying intently.
The first was the 'Fire King Stele', towering and ancient, the surface seemingly alive with raging flames. The fervent heat surged like a tide, threatening to incinerate everything and testing one's will.
Yan Chuan took a deep breath to calm his inner turmoil, then slowly closed his eyes.
He disregarded all outside distractions, immersing his Mind completely, and used his heart to feel the potent power and ancient intent within the flames.
In his mind, an endless sea of fire appeared, with flames leaping and rolling like a horde of wild spirits.
Each flame seemed to hold its unique story and emotion, weaving into a magnificent and mysterious tapestry.
Yan Chuan's will soared into the depths of the sea of fire like a light bird.
