Immediately after, a vast surge of power erupted from the source core of the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste, like floodwaters long suppressed finally bursting through a dam.
Li Bufan slowly opened his eyes. Deep within them, crimson and milky-white light flashed past before they returned to their clear blackness.
He lowered his gaze to his palm. With a thought, a pool of faintly crimson liquid materialized above it.
The liquid was utterly unlike its former dark, heavy texture. The Crimson Fire Flowing Paste was now semi-transparent, an extremely pale crimson, like a diluted sunset solidified into liquid, its surface suffused with a gentle, lustrous sheen.
Eighth grade.
As Li Bufan sensed the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste's current grade, joy and a measure of emotion both rose in his heart.
That white Spiritual Fire had likely reached the peak of the eighth grade. The source power contained within it was extraordinarily abundant. If his proficiency in the Myriad Flames Return to Origin Art had been higher, and his refining efficiency improved a little further, the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste might well have broken through to an even higher level.
Unfortunately, at his current proficiency in the Myriad Flames Return to Origin Art, nearly half the fire's power had been wasted during refinement.
Even so, the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste had leaped directly from the sixth grade to the eighth, rising two grades in succession. That was already an astonishing achievement.
In the eyes of ordinary Warriors, raising a Spiritual Fire's grade was often measured in years, yet he had achieved in a single month what others might fail to accomplish after several years.
Li Bufan gently clenched his fist and recalled the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste into his body. Then he slightly closed his eyes and sank his divine sense into