Time flew by, and three months had passed.
The bustling scene within White Emperor City not only persisted but increased, accompanied by private duels, assassinations, and chaotic events, forcing the City Lord Mansion to issue decrees to start restricting cultivators entering the city.
Meanwhile, all sorts of rumors about the appearance of the Heavenly Fire were growing increasingly absurd.
There were claims that the Heavenly Fire descended from the sky, resembling a waterfall of flowing fire hanging from the heavens; others said the Heavenly Fire was born from the earth, gushing from beneath like springs, as viscous as oil; and yet some swindlers were selling strange stones under the guise of phenomena related to the Heavenly Fire, claiming they were born within it.
In short, the chaos was escalating more and more.
Yuan Ming, immersed in his cultivation, was completely unaware of these happenings, until the arrival of Nan Shangfeng disrupted his tranquility.
