Cultivation

Xiao Ling's train of thought continued for nearly half an hour before his tightly shut eyes slowly opened. A trace of contemplation still lingered at their corners, as though he were savoring the crucial secrets of condensing the Clan Mark recorded in the scroll.

"Heavenly Fire Three Transformations, First Transformation...! Second Transformation...! Third Transformation...!"

The instant his low shout fell, Xiao Ling's hands darted like agile serpents. Before the afterimages of his fingers cutting through the air could fade, three profound hand seals had already formed in succession.

In just a few breaths, all three layers of amplification from the Heavenly Fire Three Transformations activated. The space around him suddenly trembled, and his previously steady Dou Qi surged like a sea of oil set ablaze. Carrying scorching heat that seemed capable of burning apart the air, it formed visible ripples of energy throughout the hall.

Violent, blazing Dou Qi surged through his body. Every circulation seemed ready to burst through the barriers of his meridians, while threads of heat seeped outward through his flesh before finally boring into his blood vessels.

As that scorching heat invaded, the blood flowing through Xiao Ling's veins abruptly accelerated, boiling like rushing magma.

Relying on the keen Soul Power perception of a Dou Sheng, he clearly sensed a strange warm glow racing through the depths of his blood vessels. Wherever it passed, even his newly born bloodline trembled in resonance. Its final destination was unmistakably the space between his brows!

As that strange energy raced through Xiao Ling's body, faint fragments of light flickered at the center of his brow outside.

As the energy continuously gathered, a smooth crimson pattern, as if naturally born, slowly rose beneath the skin of his brow. A faint fiery halo lingered around its edges, pulsing softly as though