The instant Xiao Yan shot into the ring of light, every inch of his skin suddenly tightened. Passing through it took but a moment. When the light before his eyes blurred slightly, Xiao Yan discovered that the surrounding space had already changed.
"What a terrifying temperature—"
The space shifted unpredictably like an illusion. Xiao Yan's first impression was that he had been tossed into Taishang Laojun's Bagua Furnace like a monkey. Beyond the searing pain brought by the intense heat, it even gave him the illusion that his body was melting away.
His gaze swiftly swept the surroundings, only to find himself in a strange space filled with milky-white flames. This entire space was permeated by those flames, and even he, having already fused eight Heavenly Flames, could feel the exceptionally scorching temperature radiating from them.
Xiao Yan's heart stirred, and the Heavenly Flames within his body slowly surged forth, enveloping his entire body. Only then did the blistering heat that seemed to make his blood boil ease considerably.
Looking at the empty surroundings, Xiao Yan frowned tightly.
He had been here for some time now. Since breaking free from that terrifying illusion, he had wandered around for a long while, yet he had found no trace of Xun Er or the others.
He should have entered this space together with Xun Er and the others. Why was he the only one here?
Seeing wisps of white mist emerging from the milky-white flames before him, Xiao Yan's eyes filled with deep hesitation and resistance. He immediately raised his hand and burned every wisp of white mist away with his own Heavenly Flames.
Xiao Yan's brows remained furrowed as his body hovered in midair. He did not dare touch even a trace of the milky-white flames. When he had arrived earlier,