Across the vast, boundless Trial Road, struggles and slaughter played out without end.
That sharp sword, which should have been dominating all directions, had fallen into an unusual silence.
On a Floating Island rich in spiritual energy, Song Qingxing lay on the cold, hard gravel, a tireless blaze raging within his chest.
The spiritual energy on the island seemed drawn by some force, continuously pouring into his body.
As this spiritual energy flowed in, the blaze within him grew ever stronger.
The flames, which should have been fierce and scorching enough to burn everything to ash, not only caused him no harm but instead brimmed with vigorous life. The wounds on his body, inflicted by Spatial Turbulence, scabbed over and healed at a visible rate.
The edge of the [Traceless Sword] quivered faintly as it hovered above Song Qingxing, silently observing everything happening to him.
Did not know how much time passed, but Song Qingxing's terrifying injuries had fully healed. The flames that had originally dwelled in his chest had also grown to their peak. Orange-red fire seeped from his acupoints and pores, eventually wrapping him completely.
His Violet Palace Furnace let out rumbling roars, and a mass of crimson-violet flames erupted from within, violently colliding with the orange-red flames inside his body.
One side was the [Nirvana Flame] inherited from the Phoenix Clan, one of the world's finest living divine flames, standing above a group of spirit fires.
The other was the [Violet Void Divine Fire], refined from a cultivator's essence, qi, and spirit—the world's most supreme mortal fire, before whose edge even spirit fires had to yield.
Neither was an ordinary flame. After a fierce contest, neither could do anything to the other.
Yet the [Nirvana Flame] was ultimately a rootless tree, water without a source. It could