He Wanxing's idea was sound, but she had overlooked one thing: Li Bufan had only reached the Yin Spirit Realm. Refining the spirit with fire was something only a martial artist whose divine sense had reached the Yang God Realm could do.
An unbearably intense burning erupted deep within his Spirit Sea. The divine sense that the Essence Fluid had just nourished to fullness began melting rapidly, like ice meeting a raging fire.
He felt the flames tearing at and scorching his Yin Spirit, as though his entire body were about to ignite from within.
Alarmed, Li Bufan hurriedly activated the Mountain Character Art.
The phantom divine mountain suddenly expanded like a colossal peak falling from the sky and slammed down upon the wisp of Glazed Fire.
But Glazed Fire was different from the power of the Six Desires he had faced before. It was a physical flame. Though the Mountain Character Art could suppress it, it could not extinguish its heat.
That searing heat still seeped through the mountain's cracks, tormenting Li Bufan's Yin Spirit as though it were being roasted over a fire.
Then Li Bufan noticed something that lifted his spirits—the remaining power of the Six Desires was dissolving beneath the Glazed Fire even faster than before.
Its destruction was irreversible, like snow and ice meeting molten lava, without the slightest chance of survival.
His divine sense was being scorched too, but the pure energy he drew from the Essence Fluid kept replenishing what the flames consumed. Between loss and renewal, a delicate balance had formed.
Refining the spirit with fire.
The thought flashed through Li Bufan's mind.
He had once read in the records of Songhe Gate that masters of the Yang God Realm sometimes tempered their divine sense with true fire, purifying it and making