A dull, extremely low muffled boom rang out...
The flame core suddenly collapsed inward.
A blinding flash vanished in an instant.
When the light faded.
The two flames had already disappeared.
In their place was an entirely new flame.
Deep violet.
It was darker and purer than the previous Purple Flame. Faint azure lotus patterns surfaced across its flames, while a wisp of golden light slowly circulated at its deepest point.
It floated quietly before Liu Bai.
No heat waves leaked from it.
No violent energy fluctuations erupted.
Yet every formation in the secret chamber let out uneasy hums in unison.
Liu Bai slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. His back had long since been soaked with cold sweat.
He extended his hand.
The deep-violet flame obediently descended into his palm.
"Whew..."
"Now this counts as a true fusion."
Feeling the unprecedented stability and compression within the flame, a gleam of excitement appeared in his eyes.
"This thing now..."
Liu Bai glanced at the burned-through floor beneath his feet, then raised his head to look at the crumbling protective formation. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"If I casually molded it into a Fire Lotus..."
"The Imperial Palace would probably lose half of itself."
He gently shook his head and muttered under his breath.
"When that happens, Old Man Jia won't just be asking me out for tea."
Liu Bai smiled. With a thought, the profound violet flame slowly drew itself in, transforming into a streak of light that he absorbed back into his body.
The temperature in the secret chamber rapidly fell, and the violent energy fluctuations gradually calmed as well.
"It can already remain stable outside."
Liu Bai murmured to himself.
"Then fusion at the source level is only a matter of time."
He sat cross-legged,