Within the spacious Training Room, a heavy chill permeated the air. White frost mist coiled around the walls, shrouding the entire chamber like a secret realm of ice and snow.
At the very center of the chamber, a figure sat quietly cross-legged, his aura deep and still as an abyss.
Anyone who examined him closely would have sensed two distinct forces within his body, clashing against each other yet forcibly suppressed by an even more majestic will. It was an extreme contradiction, yet they coexisted in a bizarre balance.
Xiao Ling's eyes were tightly shut, his consciousness fully immersed within his body. Fen Jue circulated without cease, continuously refining the origins of the two Heavenly Flames: the Living Flame and the Nihility Devouring Flame.
This scene within the Training Room continued for an unknown length of time.
Suddenly, Xiao Ling's aura gave a slight tremor. A restrained yet overwhelmingly vast presence quietly spread outward, only to be instantly drawn back into his body the moment it emerged, without allowing the slightest trace to leak out.
Then, Xiao Ling slowly opened his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, black and green flame-light flashed past. The black was like a bottomless abyss, the green like a spring of life, before both gradually settled into silence.
He slowly exhaled a long breath of stale air that had built up within him, his breathing deep and steady.
With that exhalation, the bone-piercing chill filling the entire Training Room seemed drawn by an invisible force and was instantly absorbed into his body. The white mist dispersed, the cold faded away, as though that icy secret realm had never existed.
Xiao Ling casually stretched his limbs. As he raised his arms, a series of crisp, dense cracking sounds echoed from throughout his body.
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