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In the Heavenly Fire Palace, immortal qi drifted and swirled, and a mysterious true fire flickered in and out of existence.
At this moment, Fang Yang stepped forward, intending to follow the trail of that mysterious true fire.
He knew well that this flame possessed a unique creative power that could cause his Sacred Body to undergo a transformation.
The Heavenly Fire Palace was vast, filled with numerous buildings, as well as gardens, ponds, and more.
Now, however, the various ancient bronze vessels and ritual objects within the palace had all lost their divine glow.
Everything Fang Yang saw was shrouded in silence.
There were no living creatures here; the place was utterly devoid of life.
Following his senses, Fang Yang walked forward at a steady pace.
Yu Zither Immortal followed close behind him, matching his every step.
Soon, he came to a stop.
Before them stood a Saint Gate.
The Saint Gate was dark and dilapidated, covered in countless marks.
