866, Zhu Rong

The flame's light grew increasingly intense.

When Han Muye rode the Gray Wolf to the top of the hill, he saw the scene below.

A group of the human race.

Over a hundred people clad in various animal hides of the human race were gathered around a stone altar, singing, dancing, and roaring with joy.

On the stone platform was a pale golden flame, along with several wild beasts being roasted.

These people were all tall and hung with Beast Teeth and beast bones.

In Han Muye's eyes, these Beast Teeth, beast bones, and the animal hides they wore were all made from the pelts, sinews, and bones of various powerful demon beasts.

His gaze fell on that cluster of golden flames.

The heat of this flame, its endurance, and the soul it displayed were already close to the Golden Crow Divine Flame.

"Woo woo—"

The Gray Wolf, looking at the flame, whined softly, a hint of nervousness in its eyes.