By the evening of the seventh day, that wisp of flame finally completed its transformation.
Lin Yao slowly opened his eyes. The Netherworld Poison Flame in his palm had expanded to the size of a fist, its color a deep, dark purple. Within the flame, an undercurrent seemed to surge, as though it were breathing like a living thing, exhaling poisonous vapor that made one's heart tremble. It floated quietly above Lin Yao's palm, no longer requiring Star Power to sustain it. It had already gained the instinct to burn on its own.
Lin Yao sent his spiritual power into the Netherworld Poison Flame. The next moment, as if it had confirmed something, it flashed and was slowly absorbed into his body.
Darkness, then light.
Green Lotus Core Flame, Fallen Heart Flame, Sea Heart Flame, and Bone Chilling Flame formed a stable circulating aura within his body. When the addition of the Netherworld Poison Flame disrupted the original balance, the four Heavenly Flames immediately stirred restlessly, like a pride of lions encountering an unfamiliar intruder. Yet in that instant, the Star Palace deep within Lin Yao's sea of consciousness faintly lit up. An invisible, intangible, yet supreme power surged forth like a tide, enveloping all five Heavenly Flames at once.
That power was gentle and peaceful, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Under the Star Palace's mediation, the agitation of the five Heavenly Flames gradually subsided. The Green Lotus Core Flame was the first to settle, sinking once more to the bottom of his dantian and heavily stabilizing his foundation. The Fallen Heart Flame wandered through his meridians for a while before finding its own place, its blazing aura becoming calm. Sea Heart Flame and Bone Chilling Flame tentatively touched each other, like two people meeting for the first time shaking