Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Heart-Seeking Hall, core Training Room.
The space here was completely sealed by Formations, its spiritual energy so dense it flowed slowly like liquid mercury.
The Formation Flags fluttered without wind, snapping loudly as they drew in pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and transformed it into visible pale-white streams of light that gathered around the figure seated at the formation's core.
Chen Sheng's eyes were shut tight. His bare upper body was sculpted with muscles like forged steel, while his blood and qi surged with the roar of thunder.
Deep within the sea of consciousness between his brows, his spiritual power was being squeezed to its absolute limit.
Two entirely different spirit flames circled through the air within three feet of him, chasing one another like nimble fish as they continuously spun.
One was Dry Yang Child Fire, resembling a tiny golden blazing sun. The air twisted like boiling water wherever its flames reached!
The other was Qingyang Treasure Flame, resembling flowing azure green water. As its fiery tail swayed, phantom images of plants sprouted around it!
Over this period of time.
Chen Sheng had continuously absorbed the auras of the two flames, seeking to comprehend the path of evolving forms.
At this moment, his eyes remained closed, his mind as still as an ancient pond or deep well, his spiritual sense sinking into the sea of fire within his Dantian.
The conflicting powers of differing attributes crushed, collided, and annihilated one another beneath his exquisite control...
At the same time.
The aura around Chen Sheng underwent intense changes, at times scorching like a furnace, at times cold as an abyssal cave.
After a long while, it became as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest trace of aura leaking