Jiang Yun knew clearly that, over these million years, every decision could affect the course of the future.
Whether it was converting the Black Bird, cooperating with Hou Ming, or dealing with crises that could arise at any moment, he needed to face them all with the calmest state of mind.
Jiang Yun was still seated cross-legged within the Dao field when the aura around him suddenly condensed.
A chill abruptly swept over him from behind like the icy winds of the Nine Serenities Abyss, carrying piercing frost as though it intended to freeze his fleshly body solid.
He was cultivating alongside Hou Ming. Under the influence of his clone, the Dao Marks of Hell Netherfire eroded toward him. He no longer dared to let his attention wander in the slightest, and a dazzling Reincarnation Dao Flame slowly condensed within his sea of consciousness.
This coin-sized Dao Flame radiated golden-red light. Every wisp of flame contained the terrifying power to burn through the heavens, and as it swayed gently, it even cast the surrounding space into warped distortion.
Jiang Yun did not release the Reincarnation Dao Flame. Instead, he carefully guided it into the depths of the Sea of Bitterness.
Within that sea representing his fleshly body, the Dao Flame burned like a blazing sun, continuously releasing astonishing heat and fiercely tempering his body.
Every trail of flame that swept past was like a sharp carving knife, leaving deep marks across his flesh and bones.
Those marks contained the profound truths of the Grand Dao of Reincarnation. They brought him heart-rending agony, yet also concealed opportunities for transformation.
At that very moment, the aura of Hell Netherfire within Hou Ming approached like a ghost.
The cold energy of Hell Netherfire surged from within her body and seeped into Jiang Yun