At this moment, as Su Baichen listened to the increasingly shrill screams coming from within the surging glass-colored fireball, he felt as though every inch of his nerves were being viciously pierced by invisible needles.
His hands controlling the flames paused for a moment, and an indescribable trace of pity coiled around his heart like poisonous vines.
But that pity lasted only an instant.
The next moment, Su Baichen's gaze became deep and resolute once more, like a frigid pool.
He knew better than anyone that once the ritual began, it was like an arrow released from the bow—there was no turning back.
Cailin had always faced only two paths—either she would undergo nirvanic evolution beneath the extreme tempering of the Heavenly Flames and transform into a stronger existence, or her body and soul would be utterly destroyed, burned to death by the Liuli Burning Heaven Flame.
There had never been any safe shortcut in this world.
Evolution through the tempering of Heavenly Flames had always been a path to life through death.
A third path? It did not exist.
What he could do—and what he absolutely had to do—was push his control over the Heavenly Flames to an unprecedented limit, exhausting everything he had learned in his life to ensure that this heart-searing, bone-eroding ritual remained as stable as possible and that he held tightly to that sliver of hope for survival!
Su Baichen drew a deep breath, then directly sealed off his hearing.
He needed absolute focus. Not even the slightest disturbance could be allowed.
Holding his breath and concentrating, his hands formed one complex and mysterious seal after another before him with lightning speed as he devoted himself entirely to the precise control of the Heavenly Flames.
His deep eyes remained fixed without blinking on the violently