Origin Fire Body Tempering

The transport craft flew steadily through the void. Outside the portholes, starlight resembled crushed diamonds set into black cloth—icy cold, yet carrying an indescribable brilliance.

Xu Wuyi leaned back in his seat with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes half-closed. He seemed to be resting, yet also seemed to be pondering something.

The battle with Mongen still replayed in his mind. Not because he could not let it go, but because clashes at the edge of life and death always left something behind—something that needed time to digest and turn into nourishment of his own.

Most of the people in the cabin were asleep. The battle had taken quite a toll; while casualties had been limited, the depletion of their minds and bodies was real.

Hong Nianyi sat diagonally across from him, her head resting against the porthole, breathing evenly. She had clearly fallen asleep.

Her new saber, sheathed in dark red, lay across her knees, and one hand still rested on its hilt. Even in sleep, she had not fully let down her guard.

Lu Zhenshan sat in the row ahead, quietly speaking with Zhou Zhengguo. Their voices were too low to make out, but judging by Lu Zhenshan's occasional nods, they were likely reviewing the lessons and experience from this operation.

Luo Qingluan sat alone at the very rear of the cabin, her eyes closed and her slender flexible sword resting across her legs. She was as still as a statue, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only sign that she was awake.

Xu Wuyi withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into his sea of consciousness. The pale-blue Heart of Order rotated steadily and powerfully, its glow a little more solid than before the operation.

Every battle of life