Xu Qing took a deep breath and a strange glint appeared in his eyes. He then sat cross-legged in the center and immediately sank into his Golden Crow.
This time, he didn't pursue the transformations of the Golden Crow, nor did he think about the Golden Crow's origins or the sun in his memories. All of this was stripped from his thoughts.
In his perception, at that moment, everything in the surroundings and his body no longer existed. Only the blazing Golden Crow shone in his eyes.
The black body and splendid flames became his sole focus.
"If it's at the microscopic level, this flame is also an illusion. It's meaningless!"
As Xu Qing's thoughts rose, the flames on the Golden Crow instantly dimmed and were extinguished, no longer existing.