Central Continent, the pinnacle of the Source Tower.
Within the Divine Domain, a profound silence prevailed.
Clad in a loose, snow-white silk robe, the Sky Divine Throne sat with closed eyes upon the Divine Throne.
Theoretically speaking, the firekeepers do not require rest; within their bodies resides an almost inexhaustible source essence, their spirits far exceeding mortal bounds.
Yet... though they transcend "humanity," they are not truly "gods."
After refining the fireseed, they achieve a leap in the level of life.
But this is not the ultimate end.
If, year after year, decade after decade, they do not rest.
Then even the Divine Throne will grow weary.
If during these sleepless years, they constantly expend their spirit, it's even more so.
"...Hmph."
Qinglong furrowed his brow, softly coughed, and awoke from chaotic dreams.
