Xiao Yan woke again a month later. In his hazy consciousness, he felt a strange energy repairing his battered body.
The young man slowly opened his eyes and found himself face-to-face with the white-haired old man he had not seen for over a year.
"Master..." Xiao Yan worked his throat and called out hoarsely.
Old Yao's figure was almost transparent, yet he was still channeling his Soul Power into Xiao Yan. Smiling, he said, "I've already dealt with the biggest problem for you. The rest is up to you!"
"Master, what do you mean?"
Xiao Yan was somewhat bewildered. He looked around, and his gaze finally settled on a massive white mass of flame not far to their left.
The fireball formed from Bone Spirit Cold Flame was a full hundred feet wide. Within it, a fire serpent condensed from pale pink flames swam about, continuously attacking the seal formed by the white flames. Every time it struck, Old Yao's illusory body flickered before becoming even more transparent.
"This is... Fallen Heart Flame! Master, you sealed it?"
Xiao Yan was shocked. He had not expected his master to directly seal the thing as soon as he acted. Moreover, judging by its aura, it had clearly been severely depleted and no longer possessed that tide-like, inexhaustible energy from before.
"Heh! Before my death, I was still one of the strongest individuals below the Dou Saint realm. Though my strength cannot compare to my prime, with sufficient Soul Power, dealing with this little snake is no problem." Old Yao chuckled. Then his tone became extremely serious as he warned, "I've cut off its connection to this Magma World. Once you are prepared, you may enter and absorb it. Remember, the seal will only last for one month. If you feel you cannot