"Mo Shang is right. Refining a Spirit Flame is extremely dangerous. As your master, I do not ask that you must succeed—I only ask that you do not die at the hands of this Spirit Flame."
Gu Ling looked at Xiao Yan with a grave expression and began explaining the problems he would encounter while refining the Spirit Flame.
"With your current cultivation, even with the support of a sixth-grade pill, you will still suffer excruciating pain in both body and soul throughout the process of refining the Spirit Flame."
"You must prepare yourself mentally. The moment your consciousness collapses, it will no longer be you refining the Spirit Flame—it will be the Spirit Flame refining you."
Hearing this, Xiao Yan hesitated briefly, but his gaze soon became resolute once more. "It's fine, Teacher. I can endure it. Let's begin."
"Very well."
Gu Ling stared at Xiao Yan for a while. In the end, he said nothing more and simply nodded.
As his words fell, Gu Ling willed it, and the Spirit Flame in Xiao Yan's palm floated up and landed before him.
As he formed hand seals, the restriction surrounding the Spirit Flame quietly came undone, and a terrifying, searing aura erupted once again.
At that moment, the cold-attributed heavenly treasures Xiao Yan had taken out earlier also rose one after another, slowly flying toward the Spirit Flame.
The two violent forces—one cold, one fiery—collided fiercely in midair, producing bursts of sizzling explosions. They continuously canceled each other out, and thick white mist billowed upward, shrouding the entire cave.
As those cold-attributed heavenly treasures were steadily consumed, more than half of the Spirit Flame's rampant ferocity was forcibly suppressed, and its dancing firelight softened somewhat.
That terrifying might, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, was also steadily weakened