Saving Huo Ling Saved an Entire Stretch of the Great War

After Holy Mother Huo Ling truly escaped her death trial, Lin Yuan did not immediately sense any change in his cultivation.

The first thing to emerge was heat.

A strange warmth spread from his chest through all four limbs and every bone.

It did not scorch him.

Instead, it carried a natural affinity.

There had originally been several small fire veins near the valley.

Their fire qi usually lay dormant underground, yet now, as if drawn by something, they streamed toward Lin Yuan thread by thread.

Duobao turned around at once.

Holy Mother Huo Ling was stunned as well.

"Junior Brother Lin."

"When did you start cultivating the Fire Dao?"

Lin Yuan himself was observing the changes.

He raised his hand.

He formed no hand seal in his palm.

Yet a cluster of red-gold flame ignited on its own.

Its temperature was extremely high.

And yet, though the flame burned against his skin, Lin Yuan felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Instead, he could clearly sense every change in the fire qi.

Holy Mother Huo Ling's eyes immediately lit up.

Her familiarity with fire far surpassed everyone else's.

With a single glance, she realized there was something fascinating about Lin Yuan's flame.

"Your fire..."

"What about it?"

"It flows smoothly."

Lin Yuan laughed. "You can tell whether fire flows smoothly or not?"

"Of course I can."

Holy Mother Huo Ling walked straight over and seized Lin Yuan's wrist.

Flames ignited in her other hand as well.

The two clusters of flame drew close.

Huo Ling's flame was clearly stronger and more condensed.

After all, she had cultivated the Fire Dao for many years.

Yet when the red-gold flame in Lin Yuan's palm encountered that higher-level flame, it was not scattered apart by the pressure.

Instead, it naturally pressed close to it.

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