This way of existence greatly broadened Xiang Beifei's horizons.
"Who created this world of Shepherd City?" Xiang Beifei asked.
"We respectfully call him the Fire Ancestor, this way please,"
the White Flame Skeleton even courteously gestured with a hand, appearing very thorough in etiquette.
Xiang Beifei pondered for a moment, then stepped into the circle.
Familiar system fluctuations were almost entirely under his control; he could completely take over this place if he wished.
Beyond the red circle emerged a scene resembling a quaint little mountain village, with blue skies and white clouds, and leisurely sunshine.
There were many odd houses arranged here, all made from skeletal bones; however, these houses had no roofs, and each seemed to emit a faint smoke, as if they were on fire.
Xiang Beifei glanced at the house nearest to him and discovered numerous pits within, all flickering with flames at the bottom.
