The fire was bizarre; it couldn't even be put out. Zhou Feng stomped on it furiously, but the flames kept burning. He stared coldly at the Pill Formula, now engulfed in fire, and muttered, "It's over. It's over. This time, it's really all over."
Wang Meng smiled. "There's always a way forward. You just have to face what you're meant to face."
Even with his good temper, Zhou Feng was about to explode. "You... Huh?"
Just as Zhou Feng was about to start cursing, he suddenly noticed a brilliant golden light emanating from within the flames. The fire dwindled until all that remained was an object that resembled gold, yet wasn't. It was covered in densely packed ancient inscriptions.
As if he had found a priceless treasure, Zhou Feng stared ecstatically at the text. He muttered, "Brilliant, simply brilliant! This is fascinating... so that's how it works!"
