No demon would dare to provoke Fafnir at this time; by her side was undoubtedly the safest place.
Angel conveyed his understanding through his eyes, and when Sanders received it, he nodded slightly, breathing a sigh of relief in his heart.
…
Time was passing.
Everyone, including demons and the shadows outside the Void, were all waiting for the oppressive presence to end.
As the surrounding frozen atmosphere began to ease, the oppressive force that rendered everyone immobile started to recede slowly, like a retreating tide.
Feeling the oppression lessen, Monty immediately set his sights on Aoluxiya, waiting for the oppressive force to disappear completely before executing his plan!
However, at this moment—
A cry of alarm emanated from the top of the tower, and everyone looked up in confusion, only to see a young fire demon who had been hiding in the crevices suddenly pointing at the painting at the top of the tower.
—This painting, naturally, was the one that had created a vortex earlier, from which the innkeeper had emerged.
But after the vortex had disappeared, the painting turned dark again, and the innkeeper began to Ascend the Throne; from that time on, no one had paid any more attention to it.
Yet now, in the midst of the pitch-black painting, a glow suddenly began to emerge slowly from the center.
Furthermore, as the glow grew brighter, it drew a cry of alarm from Greerwu.
The sudden change in the painting even made the innkeeper, who had been growing accustomed to his new power, lower his gaze. When he saw the light appearing on the painting, a flicker of confusion crossed the depths of his eyes.
The memories sealed away were suddenly unlocked at this moment.
Back when Feng had finished painting, the innkeeper remembered thanking him, for the painting could seal away the raging fire in his heart. It allowed him to maintain his rationale, unaffected by other emotions. This was also one of the reasons why he had so quickly risen to become a Lord.
The innkeeper recalled Feng’s reply, “You don’t need to thank me. This painting isn’t just for you; it’s helping me too.”
“Helping you? Why?” the innkeeper asked with confusion.
Feng did not answer, but with a knowing smile, he said to the innkeeper, “You’ll know when the time comes.”
The memory stopped, and the innkeeper watched the new changes in the painting with a somewhat vacant gaze. Although he still did not understand what Feng meant by ‘the painting is actually helping him too,’ he guessed that maybe what was happening now was the thing Feng had been unwilling to speak of?
The innkeeper made no move, simply watching the painting quietly, waiting for its transformation.
When the light finally dimmed, all present finally saw the change in the painting—
There, in the very center of the pitch-black canvas, a small glowing point had appeared. The point was slowly expanding, as if coming from a remote space-time, descending into the painting, and getting closer and closer. Eventually, the true nature of this point was revealed.
It was a pale yellow flame!
And when the flame took shape, it suddenly emerged from the painting.
In the instant the flame transformed from a flat image into a three-dimensional form, all beings present felt a familiar fluctuation.
This was… the Primeval Flame!
“There’s no mistaking it, this is also the Primeval Flame!” exclaimed a wizard wearing a flame magic robe, covetously eyeing the pale yellow flame that stood out of thin air.
“The vibration of this Primeval Flame seems even stronger than the purple-white Primeval Flame that surrounded Aoluxiya before?” This was said by Rivetta, a wind-speaker wizard who keenly felt that the vibration carried by the wind was different from the Primeval Flame she had sensed before.
This pale yellow Primeval Flame, did it contain even greater power?
With this conclusion, everyone present, demons included, looked at the Primeval Flame with greed in their eyes.
As for why a Primeval Flame would suddenly appear, they did not care, assuming it was a remnant from the previous vortex.
Only the innkeeper high in the sky knew well that when he had left that indescribable world, there had only been two Primeval Flames left on him, purple and white.
This Primeval Flame was definitely not brought from there.
And the innkeeper was very familiar with that painting; if there had been a Primeval Flame, it would have been discovered hundreds of years ago.
So the answer was clear; this Primeval Flame was probably the work of Feng.
It recalled that Feng’s paintings seemed able to connect with the planes’ worlds. Therefore, it seemed plausible that Feng could project the Primeval Flame here from afar.
But why would Feng do this?