Methods for Fusing Exotic Flames

"Eye of the Netherworld: Earth-tier high-grade soul technique. It compresses and condenses powerful Soul Power into the eyes, then through a gaze, fires two soul shocks directly from the pupils, dealing damage to the opponent's soul!"

"The soul must reach the Spirit Realm level before cultivation, or backlash is inevitable. Caution! Caution! Caution!"

Glancing briefly at the description on the scroll in his hand, Ling Xi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Among the Ancient Race, Earth-tier high-grade Dou Techniques weren't all that rare.

But a soul technique like this, an Earth-tier high-grade soul skill, was far beyond what ordinary techniques of the same rank could compare to.

"This kind of soul technique was once the primary attack method for Alchemists in ancient times, but most of it has been lost by now."

Shaking his head, Ling You's expression carried a hint of nostalgia.

"This Eye of the Netherworld may only be Earth-tier high-grade, but its power is no less than an average Heaven-tier Dou Technique."

"I originally planned to pass it to you after I died, but since your Soul Power has already reached the standard for cultivation, go ahead and train in it."

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Truth be told, Ling Xi was quite interested in this soul technique.

His Dou Qi level couldn't be raised anytime soon, but his Spirit Realm soul could at least contend with an ordinary Dou Zong.

If he could master a soul technique that attacked with Soul Power, he'd have another trump card in hand.

"Not only have you refined an Exotic Flame, your soul has reached the Spirit Realm, and your body has been tempered during the refinement of the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire."

Ling You stood up and patted Ling Xi on the shoulder.

"Take some time to rest and study this Eye of the Netherworld."

"In a while, I'll come back to reshape your bloodline!"

"Then I'll trouble you, Teacher."

Pressing his lips together, Ling Xi bowed to Ling You.

"There's no need for that between master and disciple."

Ling You reached out and ruffled Ling Xi's hair twice, then left the room with a smile.

Watching Ling You's retreating figure, Ling Xi's heart was a mix of emotions.

Even an organization like the Pill Tower was helpless against Ling You's condition—what could he possibly do now?

"Sigh."

Letting out a long breath, even if Ling Xi wanted to place his hopes on the system, it had gone silent ever since he signed in the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire.

"No use worrying. Let's train first."

Shaking his head, Ling Xi tightened his grip on the scroll.

In a softly lit room, Ling Xi sat cross-legged on a cushion. After a moment's hesitation, he pressed the scroll recording the Eye of the Netherworld against his forehead.

Silver light flowed across the scroll, and the next moment, Ling Xi felt his mind explode with a roar.

"Boom!"

As a thunderous blast echoed deep within his mind, his soul trembled violently at the same time.

Then his vision gradually blurred.

When he came to, he found himself in a strange space.

This space wasn't vast, devoid of any life, but it was filled with an odd silver light.

"As expected of an Earth-tier high-grade soul technique—truly miraculous..."

Ling Xi's gaze swept across the space, but he found nothing.

Suddenly, his body shuddered.

As if sensing something, Ling Xi hesitantly looked up toward the sky.

A pair of silver pupils hung high in the heavens like some colossal entity.

"What is this..."

Ling Xi's mouth opened slightly, but before he could finish, the silver pupils in the sky suddenly erupted with blinding radiance.

"Ugh!"

In an instant, Ling Xi could see nothing but endless silver.

"The Eye of the Netherworld is a hereditary soul technique of our clan. When cultivating, you must temper your eyes with Spiritual Qi, or backlash is inevitable!"

An aged voice echoed throughout the space.

"Holy shit!"

A sudden, excruciating pain flared in Ling Xi's eyes, as if his eyeballs were being gouged out.

He couldn't see his own condition, but blood mixed with tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.

A strange circuit for channeling Soul Power began to take shape within his eyes.

"Boom!"

As if stirred by something, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, which had been resting within Ling Xi's sea of consciousness, suddenly began to stir violently.

A terrifying Devouring Power erupted within Ling Xi's eyes.

Even the pair of silver pupils suspended above that space were gradually drawn into Ling Xi's eyes under the Devouring Power of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

"Rumble!"

The entire space trembled violently, as if it might shatter at any moment.

"I heard Ling Xi went straight into seclusion after coming out of that space."

Outside the room, Cao Ying frowned as she looked at the unusually quiet chamber.

"Is he a cultivation maniac?"

"Didn't he get enough training in that space? The first thing he does after coming out is still cultivate?"

"Ying'er, is that Ling Xi the kid who found the Purple Abyss Cauldron in that space?"

A tall young man, appearing to be around twenty years old, spoke with some curiosity from beside Cao Ying.

But when he mentioned the Purple Abyss Cauldron, a flash of greed flickered in his eyes.

The Purple Abyss was one of the top three alchemy cauldrons on the Heavenly Cauldron Ranking, regarded as a divine artifact in the eyes of Alchemists.

"That's right. His luck is truly remarkable."

That flicker of greed naturally didn't escape Cao Ying's notice, but she pretended not to see it.

"To trade a single Form-Shaping Grass for the Purple Abyss Cauldron—such fortune is truly enviable."

Saying this, Cao Ying smiled sweetly as she looked at the tall young man beside her.

"What, Senior Brother Song Qing, are you interested in the Purple Abyss Cauldron too?"

"The Purple Abyss Cauldron was originally a divine artifact lost by our Pill Tower, and it was found in a space opened by our Pill Tower."

Hearing this, Song Qing immediately puffed out his chest, speaking with a righteous tone:

"Since it's a divine artifact of our Pill Tower, how can it fall into someone else's hands?"

"Then what does Senior Brother Song Qing plan to do?"

Cao Ying's eyes sparkled, as if they could speak.

"President Xuan Kongzi is a man of great virtue. Even if he's dissatisfied, he can't show it openly."

Looking at Cao Ying's alluring face, Song Qing didn't hide a thing.

"Let me be the bad guy and make him hand over the Purple Abyss Cauldron."

"At worst, I'll give him some compensation. That way, we can welcome our Pill Tower's divine artifact back."

"To come up with such a plan, Senior Brother Song truly is the backbone of our Pill Tower's younger generation."

Cao Ying covered her mouth with a delicate laugh, secretly looking forward to the drama.

In the Pill Realm, Ling Xi had squeezed sixty percent of the Mysterious Yellow Quenching Spirit Milk and the ingredients for the Blood Lotus Pill out of her—she hadn't forgotten that grudge.