This little fellow now stared blankly at what was before it. In its eyes, there was uncertainty—was it longing or fear? Or perhaps a mix of both.
Su Ping gazed ahead, experiencing an indescribable sense of terror. What exactly is that blooming flame? That flame was like an ignited candle, and those frenzied bird-like Pet Beasts were like moths indifferent to life and Death. Indeed, they were moths, blindly chasing the light, only to perish within it, plunging into the sea of fire one after another. Death, it seemed, was not something worth mentioning to them. On the contrary, being burned and ignited by the flames seemed more important than Life itself. But what could be more important than Life itself? Su Ping didn't understand and could hardly imagine. Yet, all of this was unfolding right before his eyes.
