Inside Cave Dwelling No. Sixteen of the Yi District.
Aaron was practicing all manner of top-tier first-rank spells.
"This Wind Wing Technique excels at maneuvering through confined spaces. Once mastered, its movement speed over short distances surpasses even high-grade flying boats."
"Thunderstrike Technique summons a bolt of lightning to attack the enemy. It is especially effective at breaking evil arts, making it devastating against demonic and wicked cultivators!"
"Breath Concealment Technique hides one's cultivation. This way, I'll be able to play more kinds of cultivators in the future... After all, not every impersonator can have Great Perfection cultivation. Too many similarities would easily arouse suspicion..."
"And lastly... the Demonic Flame Art!"
Aaron held a pitch-black jade slip in his hand, his expression grave. "It truly is terrifying... Though the Black Sun Demonic Fire is tremendously powerful, ordinary Qi Refinement cultivators simply cannot cultivate this spell. Once the demonic fire is unleashed, it begins burning away one's lifespan... Those cannon fodder basically only dared to learn the spell to the beginner level, then did not dare continue cultivating it."
"In theory, if one cultivates this spell to the point of consummate mastery, one can actively control how much lifespan it consumes. But they could never cultivate it to perfection—they would die of old age halfway through..."
"Good... this art is indeed perfectly suited to me!"
Aaron sat down cross-legged and began comprehending the art.
Several days later, he began attempting to use it, refining the Black Sun Demonic Fire!
Inside the cultivation chamber, Aaron's expression was solemn as he continuously chanted incantations. His spiritual power circulated and drained at a rapid pace...
"Ugh!"
His face suddenly turned pale, his aura wavering as wisps of black qi emerged from his body.
The illusory pain of his own "lifespan" burning fiercely was like