Before the Nine Dragon Fire Altar was sealed again, Tang Zhen personally dismissed the outer altar elders, leaving only a handful of trusted subordinates to guard the outer layer of the fire vein.
The Fire Bodhi Pill had been completed, and most of the fire poison that had plagued Tang Huo'er for years had been drawn out. Burning Flame Valley should have been celebrating from top to bottom, yet Tang Zhen held no banquet.
He knew full well that what truly deserved celebration was not a feast.
But the young man before him.
At the center of the fire altar, nine crimson stone pillars slowly lit up.
The lingering might of the Nine Dragon Lightning Flame had yet to dissipate. Tang Zhen personally opened the underground fire vein, and nine shadows of thunderfire dragons spiraled up along the stone pillars. Deep dragon roars echoed through the depths of the fire altar as crimson fire qi rose inch by inch from below, as though it would melt the entire space into flowing magma.
Xiao Fan sat cross-legged at the center of the fire altar.
The Colorless Fire Lotus spun slowly in his palm.
Colorless at its core, edged in cold white, with black patterns settled at its center.
The icy chill of the Bone Chilling Flame and the emptiness of the Void Black Pattern should have been two utterly opposing powers. Yet now, they were repeatedly scoured, tempered, and compressed by the Nine Dragon Lightning Flame. Whenever the black patterns stirred, the Dragon Emperor Reverse Scale deep within his chest would silently light up, like a quiet hand holding down the last shred of his clarity.
This was not devouring.
It was tempering by fire.
And tempering the body as well.
Xiao Fan did not unleash the Spirit Devouring Art. He