Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Li Yuan sat cross-legged in his inn room, dark crimson-gold blood and qi slowly circulating around him like lava surging deep beneath the earth, dense and scorching. He made no deliberate attempt to break through. Instead, he continually refined his foundation in the Aperture Opening Realm using the methods of the Crimson Sun True Scripture, fully making the power he had gained from devouring the Sacred Spirit Origin and fighting one battle after another his own.
In his mind, the Crimson Sun Core grew ever more condensed, its light drawn inward. As it turned, it carried a ponderous "intent" that seemed capable of smelting all things. His control over his own strength also became more refined during this quiet cultivation. Now, when he used the Burning Qi Field, he could control its range and intensity at will, without suffering the severe depletion of blood and qi he had experienced at first.
Over these three days, Wangfeng City had seemed peaceful on the surface, yet the incident at the Coffin Shop in Rat Alley had stirred considerable waves beneath it.
News that Poison Fang and his trusted subordinates, along with a Netherworld Cultist and an Outer Hall expert from the Li Family, had been wiped out spread like wildfire through the shadowy underworld of the southwestern district. At first, some people doubted it. But when someone finally worked up the nerve to investigate the Coffin Shop and found only a hastily cleaned interior, still bearing traces of a fight and a faint burnt smell, every doubt turned to dread.
The name "Black Mountain Fiend Star" had begun to spread in earnest through the underworld of this prefectural city. No one knew where he came from. They knew only that he was young,