The ore floated between Lěng Yè's palms, continuously heated by the Divine Fire of the Nine Heavens, and gradually turned a glowing red.
As the temperature continued to rise, Lěng Yè vaguely saw tiny cracks beginning to appear on the surface of the ore.
Time ticked by second by second. Finally, with a faint cracking sound, the ore completely shattered, leaving only a crimson stream of air swirling in his palm.
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