Bone Spirit Cold Fire: Yao Chen, Be My Pet!

Xiao Yan himself was somewhat astonished. The same cultivation art could actually lead down two entirely different paths.

If Xiao Yan's path was that of a scumbag playboy, then Han Feng's was the path of a pure-love champion.

The complete Burning Art could directly devour Spirits of Exotic Flame, reducing Heavenly Flames completely into tools of one's own power. Yet half of the Burning Art had unexpectedly created the path of companion Heavenly Flames. Even Xiao Yan found it incredibly strange.

However, of all the different effects of the Burning Art, what struck Xiao Yan most was that he had begun to realize that even with the same cultivation art, one could not be guided by habitual thinking. One had to proceed from reality and could not cling to some notion that "the methods of the ancestors cannot be changed."

And yet—

Xiao Yan swept a glance from the corner of his eye toward Lan Hong, who was carrying "Ancestor Dragon Bones" around the ground in the distance, and his gaze flickered slightly.

Xiao Yan suddenly realized something: peak first-generation powerhouses like Lan Hong had extremely active minds. They were not rigid in the slightest. To Lan Hong, she herself was an ancestor. She had never believed that "the methods of the ancestors cannot be changed." On the contrary, in Lan Hong's eyes, nothing vague and intangible mattered more than the survival of her race.

Forget the Dragon Tomb—even if Old Dragon Emperor Zhu Kun himself appeared, as long as the benefits offered were rich enough, Lan Hong would still kill him if he needed killing!

Instead, it is the people of later generations who keep placing restraints upon their own kind, ultimately trapping themselves in their own cocoons. Sigh. Xiao Yan suddenly felt his heart grow light and clear.