A month later.
Aiven Star.
On an altar brimming with ancient aura, a young boy was controlling fire with his eyes closed.
Ancient glowing inscriptions formed the altar's textures, assisting the boy in stabilizing the massive green light sphere above his head.
The green light sphere was the purest source energy, containing terrifying energy fluctuations. A fist-sized portion could easily blow up a War God-level strongman.
One can imagine the tremendous pressure and danger the boy was undergoing at this moment.
"Lin Yi won't have any issues, right? If this kid dies here, my boss will have nowhere to go."
The Hou, watching the progress from the side, couldn't help but furrow his brows.
He was deeply apprehensive about the terrifying energy fluctuations.
If it exploded, not only Lin Yi, but even the Hou wasn't sure he could survive.
"Hmph!"
Xiyue responded with a cold snort and then glared at the Hou, quite displeased.
That look conveyed a very clear meaning:
