Max Out Proficiency, Grind Until You Become the Sword Immortal of the Mortal World

Yun Shu was slightly astonished.

He withdrew his Spiritual Energy.

"Try using your fire-control techniques?" the Patriarch mused.

Yun Shu nodded.

In fact, even if the Patriarch hadn't said anything, Yun Shu had already planned to try that.

Fire-control techniques were specifically meant to deal with flames, but against Immortal Fire of this caliber, they might still fall short.

Still, he wouldn't know until he tried. He casually cast a spell, sending it toward the surrounding Heavenly Fire.

But the flames wouldn't cooperate.

"The Immortal Fire's true form is in the central region. See that golden flame? It's right there," the Patriarch said.

Evidently, the Patriarch knew this sort of thing inside out. And with an Immortal Artifact at hand, he could see everything more clearly.

Without the slightest hesitation, as soon as the Patriarch finished speaking, Yun Shu redirected the spell and swept it into the deeper sea of flames.

Above the boundless sea of fire,

crimson flames blazed overhead, while below them ran streak upon streak of golden patterns, so mesmerizing they seemed to seize the soul.

They looked as if they had been cast from gold.

One by one, profoundly mysterious patterns spread toward the Immortal Fire. The golden flames seemed to possess a will of their own and tried to snuff out the spell, but the dense patterns clung to them like maggots to bone, wrapping tightly around the golden flames.

At a certain moment,

the crimson flames around them gradually died out.

This place seemed to have returned to a primordial, empty wasteland.

Only a faint glimmer remained before him, burning slowly in Yun Shu's palm.

"What a pity. This isn't the Immortal Fire's true form," the Patriarch said. "But its true form must be somewhere inside the Pill Sect. You can try looking for