After passing through the densely packed corpses that sent chills down one's spine, Jiang Ping An arrived before the cluster of ghostly green flames.
The flame the examiner had called "Pure Spirit Fire" hovered silently in the air, radiating an eerie, frigid glow.
It looked like fire, yet possessed none of the laws of normal flames. It exuded an ominous aura, bringing a bone-deep chill.
Jiang Ping An slowly raised his hand and, with a trace of caution at his fingertips, lightly touched the flickering ghostly green flame.
The instant he touched it, that tiny wisp of flame suddenly became active like a living insect. With lightning-fast speed, it burrowed through his fingertip and into his body, charging straight toward his soul's sea of consciousness!
"Huff!"
Jiang Ping An's soul jolted violently. The ghostly green flame exploded deep within his soul, transforming into a boundless sea of green fire that ignited his entire soul!
His brows abruptly furrowed, his teeth clenched, and the muscles along his cheeks tightened slightly. His body froze in place, unmoving for a long while, while fine cold sweat rapidly seeped from his temples.
The gods behind him all held their breath, waiting tensely for the result, their unblinking eyes fixed on Jiang Ping An.
Ye Cangchuan was the most impatient and could not help asking, "Jiang, my brother! How do you feel now? Is this flame especially powerful?"
Jiang Ping An did not turn around. His voice was heavy and hoarse, as though he were suppressing something with all his strength. "It feels very bad. This flame is extremely terrifying. Enduring this pain for three years will be very difficult."
"Very difficult?"
Rather than growing more wary at his words, the gods instead revealed suspicious expressions.
Their Divine Sense swept over Jiang Ping An's face.