In the underground quiet chamber.
Chen Lin sat cross-legged, bare to the waist, with the dark red Seven-Flame Fan hovering before him.
For the past three months, he had not even visited the Myriad Worlds Garbage Transfer Station. He had devoted all his energy to refining this Divine Transformation killing weapon.
True dragon qi and blood surged through his meridians, rumbling like a mighty river. He violently stripped away the Seven-Flame Fan's array patterns layer by layer, while the Bodhi Seed in his sea of consciousness blazed with light, forcibly suppressing the savage fire poison within the fan's ribs as it tried to turn on him.
"Return." Chen Lin willed it.
The Seven-Flame Fan became a flowing streak of red light and sank into his right palm, leaving an inconspicuous dark red flame emblem.
He slowly opened his eyes.
A glimmer of tangible fire flashed through his pupils. Wherever his gaze fell, a scorched groove silently melted into the quiet chamber's star-pattern steel walls.
His cultivation remained at late nascent soul. But under the day-and-night tempering of the True Dragon Essence and the Seven-Flame Fan's fire poison, his physical strength had surpassed one and a half million jin.
"Twenty-seven newly ascended Deity Transformation cultivators." Chen Lin rose, his bones snapping in a series of sharp cracks like beans popping. "Just the whetstone I need."
He pushed open the door and climbed the stairs out of the basement. Dazzling sunlight spilled over his shoulders.
Almost at the same moment he emerged from seclusion, south of the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains in Yundian.
Pink peach blossom miasma roiled violently. Ji Longxue lounged against the White Bone Throne, her half-bared shoulders gleaming with a soft luster.
The law power of early deity transformation made the space around her ripple and warp like water.
"Three