Within the Demonic Flame Space, magma surged and flames scorched the heavens.
A floating platform hovered above the sea of fire, completely enveloped by a spatial barrier. Its aura was stable, untouched by the heat waves outside.
Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the depths of the fiery sea. A figure sat silently cross-legged there, flames rolling around him like dragons. It was Xiao Ling, in seclusion as he refined the source of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Ling had already been cultivating in seclusion for over a month.
Watching that motionless figure amidst the flames, Xiao Yan could not help growing restless. At last, he turned toward Xiao Xuan beside him, whose aura was unfathomably deep, and asked, "Ancestor, Cousin Xiao Ling... how much longer will he need to finish cultivating?"
He paused, his voice carrying a trace of confusion and worry. "From what you said before, the source of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame is incomparably powerful, no weaker than a Six-Star Dou Sheng at all. With such vast and majestic energy, Cousin will probably need quite some time to fully refine and absorb it."
"Cousin was only a Three-star Dou Sheng before this. Even with his extraordinary talent, completely devouring and digesting such a terrifying Demonic Flame source should take a long time, shouldn't it?"
At this point, Xiao Yan furrowed his brow, his voice becoming more subdued. "Are we supposed to remain in this Demonic Flame Space until then? If this drags on for too long, changes may arise outside. The longer the delay, the greater the danger."
The anxiety and gravity hidden within Xiao Yan's words were impossible to miss, and an inescapable shadow of worry had settled over his features.
After all,