The burning sensation kept gnawing at his mind, making it impossible not to grow restless and irritable.
But the existence of Super Sensation allowed him to remain calm throughout.
The moment his mind touched the red jade, the burning sensation intensified sharply, and he could not help wanting to withdraw his consciousness.
Reason made him persist. He endured the pain and continued focusing into the red jade.
An ocean of flames suddenly filled his mind.
The sea formed by those flames made him feel as though he were standing within it, enduring its searing heat.
His body seemed to turn into a piece of firewood, burning away until it became flying ash in an instant.
Yet Super Sensation still kept him calm and unmoved.
This was no illusion, but a form of mental attack.
He had cultivated Soul Blade before and knew that such attacks were no different from something tangible.
Had his Spiritual Power been insufficient, he would already have been injured—perhaps even suffering wounds difficult to heal.
Thus, viewing such an inheritance still carried risks.
He gritted his teeth, refusing to be affected by the agony of the burning, and continued deeper. His Spiritual Power condensed but did not retreat.
Amid the boundless, sky-blotting flames, he saw an enormous phoenix dancing gracefully.
The flames soared, spun, merged, and scattered with its dance.
The flames seemed to come alive, performing all manner of movements under its command.
Noble, magnificent, and looking down upon all beneath it.
For no reason at all, an intense urge rose within him—the urge to kneel and prostrate himself in worship.
Super Sensation allowed him to remain calm even now, his thoughts still racing like lightning.
He judged that this came from his bloodline, from suppression branded into the bloodline in ancient times.
He forcibly