Ever since Hun Ruoruo and Xiao Yan had finally settled down, they had each entered cultivation.
Though he no longer had the support of Bloodline Power, with Xiao Yan's current foundation, he naturally could not care about external things as much as he had in the beginning.
Divine Bloodline was certainly good, but if it came at the cost of Xiao Xuan's life force, then it was better not to have it at all.
After all, only one's own strength was true strength.
For that reason, Xiao Yan naturally set his sights on the Yao Clan Heavenly Flame stored within the Void Spirit Devouring Flame—the Nine Nether Wind Flame.
Meanwhile, as the strongest cultivator among the three, Hun Ruoruo stayed by her father's side, seemingly preparing some unknown secret in the shadows.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
"Buzz!"
With a tremor, a crimson-black beam of light suddenly shot into the sky above the previously silent palace.
The next instant, gusts of eerie wind swept out like sharp blades. Their piercing howls seemed capable of effortlessly slicing souls into dust.
"This fluctuation... is it the Nine Nether Wind Flame?"
Beside the Lotus Flower Pool, Xiao Xuan suddenly rose to his feet, a glimmer appearing in his eyes.
The next moment, accompanied by a long howl, the black-clad young man smashed through the pillar of wind and appeared before the palace.
"Ancestor."
Putting away the flickering flame in his palm, Xiao Yan stepped forward and clasped his hands with a smile.
With his current cultivation, he had already refined even the Three Thousand Burning Flame. Suppressing a Nine Nether Wind Flame that only had its origin left naturally was not much of a challenge.
Strictly speaking, this absorption might have been the easiest