Following Qian Jiuting, Chen Changming felt waves of searing pain shoot through his bones with every step.
The fire laws were like countless fine needles piercing his marrow at once. The pain cut straight to his heart, but through sheer willpower, he endured it.
He walked steadily, his face betraying nothing.
He had no intention of removing the fire laws from his bones. He knew that once the Purple Zenith Chaos Flame awakened, its strength would surge. It might even devour those laws.
To the Purple Zenith Chaos Flame, those fire laws were a feast.
Chen Changming even found himself looking forward to it. Once Little Flame finished digesting the Great Prime True Flame and devoured every last one of those fire laws, its strength would likely soar again.
The two left the hidden teleportation chamber and passed through a formation into a cave.
The cave was cold and dim.
The chill slipped through the gaps in their robes like invisible fingers reaching from every direction. Even the air they breathed seemed flecked with ice.
Chen Changming glanced outside. Snow stretched as far as he could see, blanketing the earth all the way to the horizon, where it merged with the gray-white sky.
For a moment, his mind drifted. He seemed to see a graceful figure dressed in snowy white, walking slowly away from him.
The figure stopped amid the boundless snow and looked back with a smile, cool yet gentle.
The sight stirred memories of Gu Huaibei, the woman he loved most in this life.
Her name was like a seed buried deep in his heart, breaking through the soil when he least expected it. His chest tightened, and an aching sadness rose in his throat.
Gu Huaibei was still cultivating in the Ice God Secret Realm on the