In the tranquil valley where the Immortal Fire was being refined, waves of scorching heat lingered in the air, causing the rock mist in midair to constantly distort.
On a huge boulder at one side of the valley, a figure sat cross-legged. It was none other than Mo Yu. Beside him stood two graceful figures.
"Cousin Mo Yu, it's already been six days. Is Brother Xiao Yan all right?" Xun'er's beautiful eyes kept glancing toward the cave, worry written across her pretty face.
Although she had always believed in Xiao Yan completely, the Fentian Spirit Fire was, after all, an Immortal-grade flame. So much time had passed without any movement, and Xun'er could not help but grow worried.
"Refining the Fentian Spirit Fire isn't easy. Naturally, it'll take quite some time. Don't worry. Cousin Xiao Yan is known as the Flame Emperor. When it comes to playing with fire, I'm afraid no one in the Great Thousand World can surpass him. He'll definitely be fine."
Mo Yu did not find it unexpected. He said softly, "Moreover, I can feel Cousin Xiao Yan's aura growing increasingly restrained. He should be close to breaking through."
"That's good." Hearing this, Xun'er breathed a sigh of relief, and a slight smile appeared on her pretty face.
She knew that Xiao Yan cultivated the Flame Mantra. If he could devour the Fentian Spirit Fire, his strength would surely soar. Xun'er felt proud of him for that.
Just as Mo Yu was about to close his eyes and continue resting, a grave expression suddenly surged across his face.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Mo Yu like this, Zi Yan was startled and asked.
"The people from the Maha Ancient Clan have arrived." A cold glint flickered in Mo Yu's silver eyes. He slowly rose from the ground as