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The Fire Elentium Plane could be lacking in so things, but the one thing it would never lack was fire.
The fire elental that Greem turned into traveled through the roiling sea of fire. The Boots of Ash allowed him to not only not exhaust Spirit while doing so, but even allowed him to feel even more rejuvenated as if he could continue swimming in this field for eternity.
However, the blue counter that the Chip had projected in his vision was slowly ticking away.
The pleasant and relaxed feeling that Greem had in the sea of fire might be real, but the notification from the Chip was also equally as shocking. If he stayed in the sea of fire for more than an hour, there was a possibility he could be completely assimilated by the active fire elentium here.
When that happened, his soul origin might even shift, taking an irredeemable step toward becoming an elentium creature!
That was not in his original plan.
However, if he were to take this step, he would have to choose between his two identities as an adept and an elentium creature. The Fire Elentium Plane would no longer reject him if he beca an elentium creature. Moreover, elentium creatures typically had long lives and no natural predators within their plane. With sufficient ti, Greem was confident he could grow into a great Fire King!
However, if the Fire Elentium Plane assimilated his soul origin, he would lose his identity as a native of the World of Adepts. From then on, he would never have anything to do with his previous life in that world.
The identity of an adept was still crucial for Greem’s growth and developnt henceforth!
Greem knew very well that the four Great Elentium Planes were ho to the four legendary Elentium Masters. Their power was said to be of Ninth Grade. Greem would have to overthrow them if he wanted to establish himself in the Elentium Plane.
Judging from this, it seed the adept faction was more convenient for his growth.
Greem was cautious and tried his best to maintain his identity as an adept in the World of Adepts.
It was entirely impossible to distinguish planar coordinates within the sea of fire. Thus, Greem stepped through the fire and quickly traveled across the zone. Finally, he erged from the sea of fire with five minutes left on the clock.
It was a completely foreign location.
There, Greem saw a crude and humble village.
Several strange fire beings entered and exited the village. They were like humans, moving about with their blazing bodies as they paced in front of the market stalls as if they were looking for sothing.
Elentium creatures also had markets and trade? I thought they didn’t even have the concept of personal property?
Greem frowned and couldn’t help but walk toward this otherworldly market out of curiosity.
It was a public market; there were no guards or managers. Moreover, those who could make it there were also fire-creatures that had gained higher intelligence. They were different from their dull low-grade companions that could only wander around using their instincts. Almost all of them possessed intelligence equal to their power.
When Greem turned into a fire elental and entered the market, several passing high-grade fla spirits glanced at him before leaving without another word.
So many Second Grades. So many Third Grades!
Greem gulped with so difficulty as he nervously walked past several fire creatures of various forms. For the first ti, he was stunned by the power of the Fire Elentium Plane.
In the World of Adepts, Third Grade was already the core fighting force of the various great adept clans. They might have Fourth Grade adepts behind the scenes, but those individuals acted as final trump cards and leaders. They very rarely intervened in battles between low-grade adepts.
However, in the Fire Elentium Plane, First Grade creatures were as nurous as the hairs on a cow, while Second Grade creatures were like dogs in an ordinary world. Even Third Grade creatures were everywhere. At the very least, Greem could count at least five Third Grade fire creatures in this market that took up no more than twenty thousand square ters.
Moreover, their appearance made it difficult for Greem to ascertain their true identities instantly.
Greem’s eye slowly swept across the entire market, and he realized that most of the individuals setting up stalls were First and Second Grade. They had no stores or booths or even boards. They just rely stood by the roadside and placed several strange objects in front of them.
Of course, things that could appear here could only be fire treasures. So of them were even unknown objects collected in so random corner of the word. They might not know the exact value of these things, but they could be sure that they were no ordinary objects if they could survive in the environnt of the Fire Elentium Plane.
However, while Greem’s eyes wandered across the center area of the market, he saw a strange creature that should not have appeared here.
A Flaming Demon!
It was a Second Grade Flaming Demon with a tall and skinny body, evil tattoos drawn across its chest, devil horns on its head, and a cape of fla on its back.
It wasn’t an elentium creature but a true-blue abyssal demon.
In all seriousness, the Fla Fiend that Greem transford into was a higher-grade form of the Flaming Demon!
At this mont, the Second Grade Flaming Demon was like all the other fire creatures. He took up a spot in the center of the market and had a small stall of his own set up. Greem saw so other otherworldly beings beside it: fire dwarves, fire gnos, and several others.
They seed to represent a particular faction of their own and took up areas of their own as they called out for business. The entire market appeared to be exceedingly lively with their presence.
Greem paused for a mont and couldn’t help but walk toward them.
Fire Dragon Fruit, Fire Flowers, Fire Agate, Fireburn Wood, Flaloathe Iron, Firestones, Essence of Fire.
Essence of Fire?
Greem finally stopped in front of a stall.
As he had just devoured an Essence of Fire, Greem was extrely familiar with its aura. Yet, three of these Essences of Fire were arranged together in a row at this stall, shining with their odd blazing light.
Greem lifted his head and looked at the owner of the stall.
It was a seven-ter tall fla giant. His large body of flas was extraordinarily stable, and his flas were solid. He opened his bright-red blazing eyes when he saw Greem pacing before his stall and coldly glanced at Greem.
His power was at a shocking Second Grade as well!
It couldn’t be helped; there were still too few individuals amongst First Grade elentium creatures who could gain higher intelligence on the Elentium Plane. Only those higher-grade existences had a chance of obtaining sufficient intellect.
"Little guy, you can’t provide with what I want! I suggest you had best leave!" The fla giant spoke with his booming voice.
It couldn’t be helped. Greem might be Second Grade, but the fire elentium he had turned into at the mont was only three ters tall. He was truly a little guy in front of this giant, and it was no wonder he was being looked down upon.
"Hey big guy, did your seniors not tell you that absolute form doesn’t represent absolute power? You haven’t even told what you want?" Greem proudly replied.
After this period in the Elentium Plane, Greem had gained so degree of understanding of the personality of these fire creatures.
They were all straightforward and impatient individuals. They spoke whatever was on their mind and would never wind about the topic as humans did. Thus, a stiff and strict tone didn’t necessarily represent hostility. It was rely the way of expression that they were used to!
The fla giant bent down, and his massive body approached like a mountain. He started sniffing about Greem.
"I see. You are not actually our companion but an outsider in disguise. Very well then. You might have what I need in your possession!"
Greem’s expression turned. He didn’t expect the opponent to be able to sense his aura, even after he had tried his best to seal it. Moreover, this damned fellow had a loud voice that sounded like exploding mines. Almost all creatures in the market had turned their heads and looked toward them.
"I need the blood of so high-grade fire creatures! It has to be Second Grade at the minimum and the stronger it is, the better." The fla giant practically roared when he talked.
Greem was stunned for a mont. He only understood after a while.
The blood of a fire creature?
The entire fire elentium plane was filled with elentium creatures. They didn’t even have skin, let alone blood. No wonder the giant was so excited upon discovering that he was an outsider.
"Big guy, stop dreaming. How could he possibly have what you want? Listen to ; you had best choose our fire lizard’s blood. If you agree, I can trade fifteen kilograms of fire lizard blood with you for an Essence of Fire. How about it, this price is twenty percent higher than earlier." The flaming demon interrupted from several dozens of ters away, as if he didn’t want the material he had his eyes on taken away by another person.
"Fire lizard blood is too low-quality. My children could never obtain the favor of the fire if I used their blood!" The fla giant roared as anger flashed on his face.
Greem paused for a mont as the relevant data was imdiately projected in his mind.
The fla giants were also a common fire creature of the Fire Elentium Plane. There was a unique thod to the birth of individuals within their tribes. It was said that one had to offer the blood of so fire creatures to the fire that their tribe worshipped if they wanted to awaken the intelligence of their descendants.
Such primal ancestor worship was prevalent amongst most elentium creature tribes. In fact, the great Master of Fire was said to have beco an Elentium Master of the plane through the faith and worship of trillions and trillions of fire elentium creatures.
Greem quickly browsed through the information provided by the Chip and instantly understood the reason behind the fla giant’s desire for powerful fire creature blood.
"Big guy, perhaps I might have what you need." Greem chuckled and took out a clay jar the size of a human head. The opening of the pot was sealed shut with sealing runes flashing upon it.
"What is this?" The fla giant looked down and shook his head as he said, "It doesn’t matter what it is. It is too little. It can’t be enough for my children to use!"
Greem did not waste any words. He brushed across the jar’s opening, and the light faded from the sealing runes. Then, the strange stinging spell dispersed into the air.
"This...what is this?" The fla giant lifted his nose to sll as his voice exploded in the air of the market like a giant bomb, "Could this be...it’s dragon blood!"
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