What Lin Xuan had done, in the eyes of the other cultivators, was simply beyond words.
To put it nicely, it was commendable courage. To put it harshly, he was gambling with his own life.
If the Hundun Taiyin Qi could not be dissolved, Lin Xuan's end was obvious: eternal damnation, his Nascent Soul and fleshly body perishing together, without even the chance to reenter the Path of Reincarnation.
Lin Xuan, of course, understood this perfectly well.
After all, he was now a Tribulation Transcendence-level cultivator. Though the choice had been made in haste, how could he not be clear about the pros and cons of doing this?
But so what?
It was impossible for Lin Xuan to abandon the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, so he could only take the risk and gamble.
Cultivation required caution, that was true, but Lin Xuan had never forgotten the truth that wealth and honor were sought amid danger.
The immortal path was full of twists and turns. How could one possibly never take risks?
If he did not want to give up either the Hundun Taiyin Qi or the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, then he could only place himself in death ground and seek life afterward.
Swallowing this flame into his stomach was, needless to say, immensely risky, but refining and fusing the Hundun Taiyin Qi would likewise be much easier.
In all things, where there were advantages, there were drawbacks. Do not forget, the Dantian Sea of Qi was the very foundation of a cultivator.
It held the greatest amount of magic power and the purest true essence. The Nascent Soul and Demon Core were all located within the Dantian Sea of Qi. Refining the Hundun Taiyin Qi there would naturally be much easier.
No matter what outsiders thought, Lin Xuan felt