Little Stone's origins were shrouded in mystery, and it possessed a profound understanding of ancient secrets. Perhaps, it might even have memories of these things.
After a brief silence, Little Stone's voice carried a hint of solemnity: "That era is too distant; I can't remember clearly. I only know it is called the Netherworld Cold Fire, one of the most tyrannical sources of fire between heaven and earth, controllable only by mighty beings capable of inscribing the Heavenly Dao. You brat are both bold and fortunate. Fortunately, that was merely a wisp of the Netherworld Cold Fire's seed. If a complete fire source had truly descended, let alone you, even this entire realm would have been burned through with a crater."
Hearing this, Ye Tianming felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. Recalling the terrifying might of the flames earlier, he still felt a lingering fear. If Little Stone had not intervened in time, he likely would have been reduced to ashes by now. The thought of the fire being absorbed by Little Stone also brought a trace of worry.
Chapter 575