Lu Yuanming himself never expected that the initial form of the Human Civilization Path Device he had condensed would turn out to be fire?
A small flame bud no bigger than the palm of his hand, glowing an orange-red hue, seemingly ethereal, as if it were just a shadow.
This was, of course, merely the initial condensation. If Lu Yuanming wished, he could still forcibly alter its form and content, but doing so would feel like defying the will of Heaven.
The moment this flame appeared, Lu Yuanming immediately felt a refreshing clarity, as if all the frustration and confusion in his heart dissipated with its light.
He carefully attuned himself to this flame, and with just a slight effort, he felt a kind of closeness, an intimate fusion, as if they were inseparably interwoven.
