Within the Ancient Emperor's inheritance, there was neither day nor night.
At first, Xiao Fan could still hear his own heartbeat.
Later, even his heartbeat was drowned out by the roar of fire.
Origin Qi entered his body, loosening the bottlenecks of Dou Sheng one after another. Seven-star, eight-star, nine-star-the realms he had once gazed at from afar had now become stone steps he had to climb within the sea of fire.
With every step he climbed, his body was burned open once more.
Every time it knitted back together, his soul had to answer again.
Who are you?
Xiao Fan knew his name.
He knew he had made deals and seized opportunities, and he knew he had not saved everyone he could have saved. He was not one of those spotless, pure-white shadows within the inheritances, nor did he want to burn himself in the raging flames until he became a name with nothing left but power.
Yet when he reached the final step, all his answers suddenly seemed very far away.
The Spirit Devouring Art spun faster and faster.
The Colorless Fire swallowed the insights into the path of fire left by the Ancient Emperor, swallowed Origin Qi, and began swallowing Xiao Fan's own memories, which had yet to stabilize.
This was the deepest danger along his path of cultivation.
The devouring power had not reverted to its wild nature.
It was merely carrying out the same command far too faithfully.
Grow stronger.
Anything that could be turned into power could enter the furnace.
Including the one tending it.
Xiao Fan tried to raise his hand and stop it, only to find that he could no longer make out his hand. His consciousness was driven toward the deepest reaches of the sea of fire, and the tiny figure