Chaos Nurtured a Hundred Scriptures, the Furnace Refined Fate, One Hand Turned Back the Heavenly River!

Rumble!

The furnace fire burned pure blue—not a mortal flame, but the Great Dao True Flame born from the chaos origin within Ye Tian.

The flames were a hazy chaos gray, yet carried a terrifying heat capable of burning all the heavens to ash and ushering in a new epoch.

Under their searing heat, the surrounding rock walls, once as hard as divine iron, melted without a sound.

They flowed into magma, only to be instantly vaporized into nothingness.

Ye Tian sat cross-legged in the void, his bearing solemn and majestic, his entire body translucent and flawless.

He resembled a divine lamp of glazed crystal, illuminating countless mountains and rivers.

Every inch of his skin poured forth auspicious radiance.

The vital energy issuing from his pores transformed into tiny divine dragons that circled and danced around him.

Within his body, that earth-shaking refinement had reached its most critical moment.

The Primordial Fate Stone—that wondrous stone bearing the breath of primordial antiquity.

Now, under the pressure of the chaos true flame, it finally lost its hardness and began to soften.

The seven-colored halo on its surface rippled like water.

Drops of liquid containing immense life essence and mysterious laws of destiny.

Seeped out of it and fell into Ye Tian's sea of qi.

Each falling drop was like a star plunging into an ocean, raising towering waves.

The Primordial Immortal Crystal transformed into a sky full of starry sand—fragments of Great Dao laws.

Dazzling and crystalline, they poured down like the Milky Way, merging into Ye Tian's bones and meridians.

They coated his already indestructible Chaos Divine Physique in an eternal, undying radiance of the immortal Dao.

And the Dark Soul Pearl, a purified crystallization of resentment accumulated through the ages.

Now transformed into an utterly pure black torrent, surging straight