The flame born from Shen Siyuan's Sea of Consciousness, its origins unknown, seemed to have a tendency to scorch all things. Yin Wind, Yin Clouds, White Bones, and the omnipresent Polluted Energy of the Netherworld all appeared to become its fuel, augmenting its blaze as the Fire Tree grew larger and larger.
The heatwaves were so intense that Shen Siyuan's hair began to curl, and even the surrounding space took on a glass-like quality.
The three little ones could no longer endure the high temperatures and had already hidden inside the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, peeking out from within.
As for those lost souls who had forfeited their Divine Sense, left with only the instincts of desire, they rode the Yin Wind like moths to a flame, ignorant of fear, all swarming towards the Fire Tree.
They then emitted waves of wretched wailing before ultimately disappearing completely from this world.
