Lin Xuan sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room of his cave residence, eyes tightly shut, five-colored halos of light coursing endlessly around him. His hands rested flat on his knees, shifting now and then into one wondrous hand seal after another.
And before his chest floated a flame the size of a chicken egg.
Deep and emerald green, as if it possessed endless demonic power.
Needless to say, it was the Azure Phantom Nether Fire. Yet unlike before, within this Demon Flame there was actually a thumb-sized miniature Flood Dragon.
It swam ceaselessly, as though trying to break free of the nether fire's confinement.
But how could it be so easy? Every attempt was bounced back. Yet it was precisely because of this Flood Dragon that the Azure Phantom Nether Fire had become unstable to the extreme, which was why Lin Xuan had not dared use this divine ability against Hundred-Insect True Person.
Now that he had some free time, he naturally could not leave this hidden danger alone. Lin Xuan took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him surged madly toward his body.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed forward. With a whoosh, the Azure Phantom Nether Fire abruptly swelled. Lin Xuan intended to first refine this Flood Dragon soul; after all, it was also the essence of tribulation fire.
There was no sense of time in seclusion. Before he knew it, more than a month had passed since Lin Xuan had arrived at Baisuan Pavilion.
At this moment, he was still seated cross-legged, but the color of the flame before his eyes had become somewhat different.
In the past, the Azure Phantom Nether Fire had been profound to the extreme. Now, however, it was exceedingly strange.
The outermost layer of the flame was