"A descendant of the Xiao Clan..."
"At last, I have waited long enough for you to come!"
Just as Xiao Yan received the cultivation method for the Heavenly Flame Ancient Finger, an ethereal voice suddenly exploded within his sea of consciousness.
In a daze, Xiao Yan's consciousness seemed to enter another space. There, a tall, imposing figure stood proudly, exuding an air of supremacy over all beneath heaven.
Xiao Xuan!
The instant Xiao Yan saw him, his heart shuddered, and the man's identity suddenly became clear in his mind.
Why was he here?
Was this his consciousness, or a remnant of his soul?
No, not a remnant soul. This should only be an ethereal wisp of his consciousness, liable to dissipate at any moment.
It seemed that when he left this wisp of consciousness behind, he had already been in desperate straits, unable even to protect himself.
Xiao Xuan quietly studied Xiao Yan, a glimmer of relief at having a successor flashing through eyes as fathomless as a river of stars.
A moment later, he raised his eyes slightly, as though gazing into the distance, and spoke proudly.
"With bloodline as the guide and heaven-burning flame as the medium, I name this technique-the Heavenly Flame Ancient Finger!"
With that, Xiao Xuan pointed into the air. A crimson flame shot from his fingertip, transforming into a skyful of profound runes that streamed into Xiao Yan's brow.
"To strike an enemy with the Heavenly Flame Ancient Finger, you must first burn yourself. Each use brings the agony of heavenly flame consuming your body. Yet this technique can also unleash boundless divine might. Burning the heavens and boiling the seas takes no more than a thought."
As he spoke, countless ancient scenes flashed before Xiao Yan's eyes.
It was the eve of the