Devouring the Profound Yellow Flame!

A moment later, Mom, Lin Ximeng, settled Na'er's room and gently closed the door as she walked out.

In the living room, Fang Yang sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

"Yang'er, it's time to rest. You still have school tomorrow." Lin Ximeng walked over to Fang Yang and gently ruffled his hair.

Fang Yang looked up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Mom, Na'er is so adorable. Can we... adopt her?"

Lin Ximeng froze slightly, seemingly reminded of something.

"How about this? If we can't find Na'er's family tomorrow, and she's willing to stay, we'll take her to complete the adoption procedures. All right?"

Fang Yang jumped to his feet and wrapped Mom, Lin Ximeng, in a hug. "Love you, Mom! See you tomorrow!"

With that, he rushed into his room like a gust of wind.

Watching Fang Yang's departing back, Lin Ximeng muttered to herself, "Sigh, it might actually be nice for Yang'er to have a child bride. I just wonder what Na'er thinks..."

Still, this matter would ultimately depend on Fang Yang.

Early the next morning, Fang Yang got up early and finished washing up.

At the dining table, Mom, Lin Ximeng, had already prepared a steaming breakfast for Fang Yang and Na'er.

After breakfast, Fang Yang said goodbye to Mom, Lin Ximeng, and Na'er before heading alone to Red Mountain Academy.

Lin Ximeng had taken leave from work. She intended to take Na'er to City Hall to look into her identity.

The Soul Master class at Red Mountain Academy did not study Soul Master knowledge every day. They alternated between Soul Master lessons and cultural classes.

As a teacher, Mom, Lin Ximeng, was even busier. Not only did she teach Soul Master classes, but she was also responsible for the cultural lessons of the ordinary classes.

Today, however, Fang Yang's schedule called for cultural lessons.

When Fang Yang entered the classroom, he saw Tang Wulin already sitting at his seat.

"Wulin, morning." Fang Yang walked to the seat beside Tang Wulin, casually pulled out the chair, and sat down.

Tang Wulin looked up with a gentle smile. "Fang Yang, morning."

After greeting each other, the two began cultivating on their own.

Fang Yang cultivated the Flame Mantra, absorbing and refining the Soul Power between heaven and earth to increase his own Soul Power.

The Flame Mantra could refine Soul Power into a purer form, increase cultivation speed, and help break through Soul Power Levels.

Soul Power was the foundation of a Soul Master's cultivation. Without Soul Power for a day, one would have no Soul Power for life.

Without Soul Power, one could only become an Ordinary Person, while Soul Masters held an extremely high status.

Of course, ordinary Soul Masters could only rely on their talent to naturally absorb Soul Power or cultivate through Meditation.

With his Flame Martial Soul and the Flame Mantra, Fang Yang's cultivation was like a fish in water.

He guided Soul Power through his Meridians, and with every circulation, he could feel it becoming purer.

However, Fang Yang had not fused with a Soul Spirit, so he was unable to break through his realm.

After cultivating for some time, the Soul Power in his body had transformed into unique Fire Soul Power, every strand containing scorching energy.

This special fire-attributed Soul Power was not only immensely powerful, but could also inflict continuous burn damage on enemies during battle.

Feeling the Fire Soul Power flowing through his body, Fang Yang nodded in satisfaction.

He knew that before then, he had to continue using Soul Power to strengthen his body, whether to withstand the impact of fusing with a Thousand Year Soul Spirit or to Devour Heavenly Flames...

Devouring Heavenly Flames was extremely dangerous!

If one's strength was insufficient or control was improper, the Heavenly Flame could backlash against its owner and cause its energy to run wild. One had to remain intensely focused throughout the entire process.

After a full day of cultural lessons, Fang Yang finally endured until school was over.

After school, during his conversation with Tang Wulin, he learned that Tang Wulin had gone to Mang Tian Studio to learn forging in order to save money to buy a Soul Spirit.

After returning home, Fang Yang first noticed that Mom, Lin Ximeng, and his little sister Na'er had not yet returned, then went back to his room.

"It's time." Fang Yang took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on his bed.

He closed his eyes and sensed the Heavenly Flame Bead inside his body. At a thought, the Heavenly Flame Bead suddenly bloomed with fiery light.

When Fang Yang opened his eyes again, the familiar Heavenly Flame Plaza stood before him.

Twenty-Three Heaven-Reaching Giant Pillars towered majestically, each one entwined with flames of a different color and radiating energy fluctuations that made one's heart tremble.

Fang Yang had long made his choice. He slowly walked toward the Heaven-Reaching Giant Pillar at the very edge.

A Deep Yellow Flame was coiled around that Heaven-Reaching Giant Pillar!

"Rank twenty-three on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, the Profound Yellow Flame." Fang Yang softly recited.

The Profound Yellow Flame was deep yellow in color. Profound was heaven, while yellow was the marrow of earth.

When Heaven and Earth First Opened, profound and yellow qi intermingled. After settling and condensing through countless ages, the Profound Yellow Flame was finally born.

After refining it, a cultivator could easily condense Soul Power and gain a deeper perception of heaven and earth.

This was Fang Yang's target. With his current strength, it was impossible for him to Devour a higher-ranked Heavenly Flame. Forcing it would mean certain death!

Yet even the low-ranked Profound Yellow Flame was still a Heavenly Flame. One careless mistake, and he would die from its backlash!

A moment later, Fang Yang sat cross-legged before the Heaven-Reaching Giant Pillar and communicated with the Heavenly Flame Bead in his mind.

"Release!"

With a low shout, the sealing runes on the Heaven-Reaching Giant Pillar shattered inch by inch.

The once-quiet Profound Yellow Flame suddenly churned violently. Deep yellow tongues of fire danced wildly, and the terrifying heat began to distort even the surrounding space.

Heavenly Flames possessed intelligence. Once it Detected that its seal had been lifted, it gradually revealed its violent side, attempting to break through space and flee this place.

Humans were the spirit of all things, while fire was the true essence of heaven and earth!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fang Yang's forehead, but his hands did not stop moving. "Heaven Sealing Divine Prohibition, activate!"

The next instant, countless golden rays of light slowly Lit Up within the Heavenly Flame Bead, forming a massive formation In the Air.

Since Fang Yang could release the seal on Heavenly Flames, he had naturally made preparations. Otherwise, he would not have dared to Devour a Heavenly Flame.

The Profound Yellow Flame seemed to sense something and struggled unwillingly. Its flames swelled and shrank, but it was ultimately no match for the formation's power. In the end, it was gradually sealed into a cluster of deep yellow Origin Fire Seed that slowly drifted into Fang Yang's palm.

Looking at the flickering deep yellow flame in his hand, he could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within it.

"So this is the Profound Yellow Flame?"

Fang Yang blinked and murmured softly.

He took a deep breath. The devouring of the Heavenly Flame began!

What Fang Yang was about to do was the most dangerous step in devouring a Heavenly Flame.

No matter how tough a person's body was, the inside of it was always the most fragile place.

Inside the body, let alone a Heavenly Flame possessing destructive power, even if something random entered it—

It could make even an expert unable to live or die!

Fang Yang did not hesitate. He swallowed the deep yellow flame.

At the same time, an indescribable scorching sensation spread from his throat all the way to his internal organs.

His body shook violently. The little color that remained in his face vanished in an instant, leaving him deathly pale as beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled continuously down his forehead.

"Urgh..."

Fang Yang gritted his teeth and endured the waves of scorching pain surging from within, forcing himself to remain conscious.

He slowly closed his eyes and gradually sank his awareness into his body.

The slightest disturbance now would not only make all his efforts come to nothing, but might also cause the Heavenly Flame to backlash and reduce him to ashes in an instant...

Inside his body, the Profound Yellow Flame was rampaging through his Meridians. Every collision brought heart-rending agony.

Suppressing the pain, Fang Yang followed the Flame Mantra and controlled the Heavenly Flame bit by bit as it slowly circulated through his Meridians.

At first, the Heavenly Flame's resistance was exceptionally fierce, but as the number of circulation cycles increased, his control over the Profound Yellow Flame became increasingly skillful.

Yet because of this, the seal on the Profound Yellow Flame gradually disappeared, and the heat it released became more and more terrifying. His Meridians were completely scorched, while his internal organs groaned under unbearable strain.

"Pfft!"

Fang Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Heavenly Flame Bead... save me!" At the brink of collapse, he exhausted the last of his strength to roar.

As if it had Responded to his cry, the dormant Heavenly Flame Bead suddenly bloomed with a gentle radiance.

A cool yet vast energy continuously poured into his body. Everywhere it passed, his scorched Meridians were swiftly repaired, and his damaged internal organs regained their vitality.

Fang Yang felt it as well. Seizing the opportunity, he frantically circulated the Flame Mantra.

With the Heavenly Flame Bead's continued assistance, the violent Profound Yellow Flame gradually showed signs of exhaustion. The deep yellow flames no longer rampaged through his body, instead beginning to flow slowly along the predetermined route.

No one knew how much time passed before the Profound Yellow Flame's high temperature gradually drew inward. Its violence slowly faded, and a trace of docility began to emerge.

Fang Yang let out a long breath. "Hehehe, this master did it!"