The flames were docile.
They would not reduce Lin Feng to ashes.
But they truly contained a powerful rhythm.
Lin Feng could feel the power of these flames. Restrained by three forces, their most violent aspect had been tucked away.
His dark flames, thick as ink, gradually mingled with the heavenly fire and turned a pale purple.
Within this heavenly fire, Lin Feng sensed vitality.
His body began to soften.
From "human" to "inhuman," and now back to "human."
A strange kind of "peace."
Lin Feng had gone from the sharpness of the sword path, to "the joy of all beings," and now to "a return to simplicity."
He became "normal" once more.
The flames swept through his hair, softening it. A single strand would no longer be capable of slicing someone apart.
Lin Feng sat quietly on the ground. Outside, the thunder remained as unchanging as ever.
As the five fragments joined together, Lin Feng felt some peculiar switch open between his brows.
Between his brows was a "nail."
As bloodlight swirled, a streak flashed from between Lin Feng's brows and pinned itself a short distance away. Within a space of roughly one cubic meter, everything froze.
Dust hung overhead, sound stopped within it, and the air ceased to flow.
Time stopped, and the essence in his mind began draining in great quantities.
This time, however, Lin Feng did not begrudge that essence at all. He even opened his eyes and stared ahead.
The "qi" before him had been completely immobilized.
*This was the **Body-Fixing Technique!***
Lin Feng had not expected this turn of events. His Vertical Eye concealed a rare spell.
The Body-Fixing Technique.
He simply had not expected the spell to appear in this form!
It froze people in place, preventing them from moving—froze them in every