Obscuring the Heavenly Secrets

Shi Zhong circulated his mana several times, but every attempt ended in failure. Terrified pale, he cried, "Spare me!"

At this point, how could Yan Chihuo possibly spare him? The Innate Seventy-Two Transformations revolved without pause, and before long, Shi Zhong's soul had been absorbed into his body as well.

He had already found it quite taxing to fuse the souls of the Flower Clan chief, Hua Ying, and Hua Ling. Adding Shi Zhong's soul was like pouring oil onto a fire. Fortunately, the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations was one of the cultivation world's foremost miraculous arts, and it somehow managed to keep everything under control. Had he used any other soul-related technique, Yan Chihuo would have exploded and died long ago.

Even so, Yan Chihuo could not so much as move a finger this time. He could only lie on the ground, silently circulating his profound art as he fused the four souls.

He did not know how long passed before Yan Chihuo suddenly felt his entire body loosen. Though the four souls had not yet fully fused, they were now suppressed. Rising to his feet, he was about to dig up Shi Zhong's true body when a voice reached his ears. "Hua Wuyi, why have you come out? And you even captured one of our Grass Clan disciples. Don't you think that beneath your dignity?"

It was precisely what Che Zhanfeng had said when he first encountered Hua Wuyi. Though the distance was great, Yan Chihuo possessed Spiritual Ear, and since the other party had not cast any spell to obstruct the sound, he heard every word clearly without deliberately circulating mana.

Then he heard Hua Wuyi mention that the Flower Clan chief had died. Yan Chihuo was startled and hastily transformed into the appearance of a Grass Clan