After traveling for an entire day, night fell, and Zhao Li found a place to rest for a while.
Zhao Li sat cross-legged in the treetop, "watching" the Black Mist. Suddenly, the Orange-Gold Flame pounced toward it, and the Black Mist shrank back sharply.
Seeing that the flame worked, Zhao Li controlled it and gradually pressed closer. The Black Mist seemed to sense the threat and began frantically tearing at Zhao Li's "Primordial Spirit."
Zhao Li stopped, and when the Black Mist saw that the flame was no longer approaching, it stopped tearing as well.
But as soon as the flame tried to move closer, it would hit Zhao Li with a vicious bite.
And so, mist and fire fell into a stalemate.
"Afraid of fire? I'm afraid it really is a living thing."
Seeing that the flame truly was useful, Zhao Li was delighted. But after taking a few hits, his head hurt terribly, so he stopped forcing it and simply used the flame to surround the Black Mist.
His Natal Flame was just that easy to control, obeying his will without any worry that it would turn back and harm him.
Seeing that the Black Mist and the flame were locked in a stalemate and that it was no longer tearing at his Primordial Spirit, Zhao Li stopped paying it any mind and began cultivating on his own.
During these past few days of secluded cultivation in the Li Clan, aside from his Soul Power taking another step forward and touching the threshold of the Heavenly Realm, what mattered more was that his Cultivation Method had been perfected once again. Essence, Qi, and Spirit were cultivated as one; as long as he proceeded steadily and was given time to accumulate strength, even the little goal he had casually