The Spirit of the Strange Fire

The extremely tiny ancient tree seemed quite intelligent. It cautiously poked its head out, carefully surveyed the surroundings, confirmed the absence of the fire's traces, and then emerged once more. Its growth speed was astonishingly fast. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a towering ancient tree, no different from before.

This scene wasn't limited to just one place; wherever the strange fire had burned, similar transformations occurred.

Therefore, just a moment later, the ancient woods had returned to their original state. The only difference was a large crack, dozens of yards long, in one place. Unlike the other areas, this crack didn't restore itself with the disappearance of the strange fire.

Ye Xiaowei stood in the space beneath the earth, watching the occasional ripples of water of lives. The rich vitality made the young man feel very comfortable, but his desire to take all the water of lives with him remained unchanged.