At last, Zhao Fu arrived at the very center of the Sun Pool, where the temperature was at its highest. Nowhere else could compare to the heat here.
Zhao Fu now stood at the very center of the pool, like the center of a sun within the water. Yet his body looked severely dehydrated—his skin had become dry and wrinkled, his hair withered, making him somewhat resemble a dried corpse.
That scorching sensation grew increasingly agonizing, yet Zhao Fu continued absorbing the Sun God's power without pause.
Boom!
A roar rang out as a massive aura erupted from Zhao Fu's body. One Taiji diagram after another emerged from his chest, radiating intense black-and-white light before beginning to spin.
Boom!
An incomparably immense suction force burst forth, and countless streams of searing solar power surged into Zhao Fu's body like a tide.
Zhao Fu closed his eyes and continuously refined that Sun God's power. As he mastered more and more of it, his resistance to the heat also grew stronger and stronger.
The several gods watched Zhao Fu continuously devour the Sun God's power in shock. He seemed like some kind of monster—far too terrifying. They had no ability to do such a thing; if they stepped in there, they would probably be roasted to death before long.
However, Zhao Fu was still not satisfied. His body slowly began to sink, like a sun sinking into water.
Everyone else was merely staying atop the water's surface, while the Sun God's power contained within the water was even more terrifying.
But that method was far too violent and simply impossible to control. It was like dough thrown into a boiling vat of oil—the immense heat would destroy one's body through the pool water at an astonishing speed, not giving one any time