Hearing the Primordial Fire Spirit's retort, Zhang Chen said expressionlessly, "I don't care about any of that. I must refine the Pan Peach Tree's true spirit within a hundred years."
Hearing Zhang Chen's words, the Primordial Fire Spirit fell silent. Only after a very, very long time did he reply, "I'll do my best!"
Zhang Chen nodded in satisfaction, then flashed away in a stream of light.
Watching Zhang Chen's departing back, the Primordial Fire Spirit looked astonished. "Why is this brat suddenly urging me on? Could it be that the situation outside has changed again?"
No matter what thoughts the Primordial Fire Spirit harbored, his hands moved several times faster.
Time trickled away. A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Zhang Chen was sitting before the Elixir Furnace, studying the Elixir Formula in his hand, when the furnace fire before him suddenly twisted and a voice emerged from the flames. "It's done."
Zhang Chen's face lit up with joy. He casually set down the Elixir Formula, then used an escape technique to arrive amid the underground flames. Sure enough, he saw that his Primordial Spirit had completely devoured the Pan Peach Tree's true spirit and was rising and falling within the sea of fire.
Zhang Chen carefully sensed his Primordial Spirit that had devoured the Pan Peach Tree. It had turned azure, with strands of mysterious aura flowing within it. An azure pattern continuously revolved around the Primordial Spirit. Since his Primordial Spirit had yet to fully digest the Pan Peach Tree's true spirit, it had not awakened.
"I have fulfilled our agreement. Quickly remove the mark on me." The Primordial Fire Spirit fixed his eyes on Zhang Chen and warned him, "Brat, you'd better not go back on your word and grow