At last, the two flames had fully fused. Looking at the grayish-white flame constantly revolving within his Dou Qi vortex, Xiao Yan could hardly contain his joy.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he once again circulated the fused flame through the complete route of the Burning Art.
Boom! The magma around Xiao Yan churned, suddenly parting as though divided by an invisible giant hand and leaving a vacuum around him. His aura rose steadily.
Peak one-star Dou Zong, two-star Dou Zong, three-star Dou Zong, peak three-star Dou Zong...
"Eh? Why did it only rise by three stars...?"
Xiao Yan was still savoring the pleasure of his strength increasing when it stopped after only three stars. It was like a woman suddenly running away just as he was about to reach climax, leaving him stuck in midair and thoroughly unsatisfied. Unable to hold back, he voiced his confusion.
Xiao Yan then checked the evolution of the Burning Art, but to his disappointment, it had only risen two levels, reaching the mid Xuan class. Though the fused flame was still grayish-white, it had formed the shape of a yin-yang fish within the vortex, though it was not entirely black and white.
"Old man, what's going on? The two flames have already fused, so why have both my strength and the Burning Art only increased by this much? And the form of this flame is rather strange too."
Unable to figure it out, Xiao Yan asked Old Yao aloud.
Hearing Xiao Yan's doubts, Old Yao feared that something might have gone wrong with his beloved disciple and hurriedly examined him from head to toe. Yet even Old Yao found the results strange. Somewhat uncertain, he said, "I do not understand your condition either, but it should not cause you any harm. The