"Take heaven and earth, the cosmos, the flesh and the primordial spirit as a furnace, and temper yourself in thirty million blazing fires. Do not imitate the ancient methods of those who came before, but forge a path that belongs to you alone."
After nine months of meditation and arduous cultivation, Shi Hao finally forged his own path. Burning with one hundred and eight kinds of Great Dao flames, he successfully entered the Divine Flame Realm.
Seeing that Shi Hao had finished cultivating but was reduced to skin and bones and had briefly fallen unconscious, Huo Ling'er looked deeply worried. She hurriedly bent down, carried him on her back, and brought him into a Small Thousand World within a bubble off to one side.
Huo Yuhao and Tang Wulin cleared a path through the mountains for Shi Hao and Huo Ling'er, leading them to the bank of a divine spring.
"This place has already been occupied by our Demon Dragon Dao Sect. You dare touch our young master's belongings? You really have no idea how to spell death."
Huo Ling'er ignored the Demon Dragon Dao Sect disciples' provocation and calmly settled Shi Hao into the divine spring.
Then she merely raised her hand lightly. A phantom palm at the Heavenly God Realm descended from the sky, instantly crushing every Demon Dragon Dao Sect disciple present, leaving only the corpse of their so-called young master in his true flood dragon form.
Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao secretly used the Soul-Searching Technique to learn the information these Demon Dragon Dao Sect disciples possessed. He then took the initiative to tell Shi Hao, who had regained consciousness and recovered physically, that Netherworld beings had appeared in another Small Thousand World in search of Saint Medicine.
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