For a long moment after the abyss was destroyed, Han Yu remained still within the depths of his inner world.
The colossal flaming giant that had delivered the crushing blow was still there, standing within the space of his Dantian like a deity formed from molten earth and living fire. Its body radiated unbearable heat, magma veins glowing beneath layers of blazing flame, its towering frame easily hundreds of meters tall.
Han Yu stared at it in silence.
Even though the giant was clearly a manifestation of the living flame within him, there was something eerily familiar about its shape.
The broad shoulders.
The towering frame.
The overwhelming aura of primordial power.
A memory surfaced within Han Yu's mind.
The caldera.
The skeleton.
When he had first found the living flame deep beneath the volcanic altar, he had also discovered the enormous skeletal remains of an ancient being. At that time he had assumed it belonged to some long-dead cultivator of immense strength.
