Wang Ping immediately sensed a familiar aura rushing toward him—it was Rongyang's aura. Yet at this moment, it was incomparably dull, almost devoid of his own will, like a Puppet set according to some predetermined design.
But he was not a Puppet. His resistance had merely been suppressed by the grand formation spread across the starry sky, leaving him no choice but to become an extension of Lieyang's will—a tool for Lieyang to control the True Yang energy of the starry sky.
More precisely, Lieyang had refined him into a magical artifact, one containing a Fifth Realm Fire Spirit core, much like how Wang Ping refined those Fourth Realm True Spirits.
This was undoubtedly a grand undertaking!
Sensing Rongyang's aura within the formation, Yulian spoke in human words. "That little sun is so pitiful."
As her words fell, Xuanqing used supreme divine abilities to stir the Fifth Realm True Yang consciousness deep within Huoxing's core. Through the ancient formation around the star that had begun glowing anew, he established some mysterious and profound connection with the frenzied Lieyang.
A True Yang aura that did not originate from Lieyang himself, yet shared the same root and source, crossed the starry sky at extreme speed and slowly flowed into Lieyang's consciousness, which was filled with destruction and chaos.
It contained the other side of the Fire Spirit rules—the qualities of nourishment, warmth, nirvanic rebirth. This gentle power softly enveloped Lieyang's every violently burning thought, every shattered, shrieking fragment of consciousness, silently soothing and guiding them through their shared essence.
Under the permeation of that gentle force, the madly rampaging flames of destruction seemed like a furious child receiving its mother's comfort. Their violent momentum slowed at a visible rate, and that heart-palpitating energy gradually drew inward. The twisted, roiling Golden Crow true