Source True Fire (Please Vote)

A soft sound rang out, and a wisp of azure flame appeared.

Luo Chen stared blankly at the deep azure flame dancing on his fingertip.

After three years, with the aid of the Arctic Ice Prison, he had finally refined the Wither Bloom Fire that he had risked swallowing into his body back then.

From this day onward, like Danyangzi, he was among the few who had mastered Source True Fire during the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yet the price he had paid was so heavy it beggared description.

The azure flame vanished.

Luo Chen's hand rose to stroke the long hair hanging loose behind him.

Its color was dry and withered, its strands ash-white.

If not for the fact that his skin remained smooth and rosy, from a distance he would have looked exactly like a decrepit old man with one foot in the grave.

Such a condition was exceedingly rare among Foundation Establishment True Cultivators.

It would only occur when someone's lifespan was nearly exhausted, their qi and blood so depleted that they could no longer even control their spiritual power.

What was more!

Luo Chen himself possessed a Desolate Antiquity Third Order physique.

Though he still could not regenerate from a drop of blood, he could at least be said to have skin like an infant's and hair like black silk.

Yet his hair had taken on this ugly ash-white color.

And the cause of it all...

"In the end, I only have myself to blame!"

Luo Chen muttered hoarsely to himself.

"Sometimes, cultivating too quickly is also a bad thing."

He carefully counted the time since he had truly begun cultivating with all his strength.

When he had first crossed over, he was twenty-six.

He had spent a year maxing out his proficiency in Grain Avoidance Powder.