Tribulation of Life and Death

Blood Butcher nodded.

"We're still missing an opportunity."

Dark Nether withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked deeper into the Silent Domain.

Chu Ming and Blood Butcher followed behind him.

After walking roughly a hundred zhang, they saw two figures ahead.

Yanji sat cross-legged on the surface of the Silent Domain, his hands resting on his knees, palms facing upward.

Two flames burned in his palms.

They were not the blazing white flames from three months ago, but a color somewhere between white and transparent.

Like sunlight compressed to the absolute limit.

Like the core of a star.

The flames were extremely hot, yet gave off very little heat.

Standing less than ten zhang away from Yanji, Chu Ming could not feel the slightest warmth.

All the heat was locked within the flames, compressed to the utmost, bound by laws.

The color of the flames was changing.

From white to transparent, from transparent to white, cycling over and over.

With every cycle, the flames shrank by a fraction.

From the size of a fist to slightly smaller than a fist, then shrinking by another fraction.

Yanji opened his eyes.

The flames in his pupils changed from burning to flickering.

He looked at Chu Ming, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.

"The kid from the Order Lineage hasn't disappointed me."

Chu Ming looked at him without speaking.

Yanji did not mind.

He rose to his feet, drawing the two flames in his palms back into his body.

The flames spread up his arms, retreating into his shoulders, his chest, and then his Dao Fruit.

Feng Yao stood at his side.

Her figure was fainter than it had been three months ago.

Not weaker, but more "transparent."

The fusion of wind-attributed laws and chaos had diminished her sense of presence. Like