"It really is the spirit-devouring demon flame. It seems the prophecy in the Ancestral Precepts was right all along."
Li Fengquan murmured. The instant the milky-white flame appeared on the curved blade, the enormous firebird phantom seemed to receive a tremendous shock. With a sizzling sound, a layer of bright blue and red flames rose over its body like burning feathers, making its previously indistinct form suddenly grow more solid.
Seeing this, Wang Yu narrowed his eyes and said:
"So that's it. You're cultivating the Three-Flavor True Flame too, Fellow Daoist Li. This spirit-devouring demon flame appears to be the final spirit flame you need."
"Correct. I've already gathered two heaven and earth spirit flames. This demon flame is the most suitable final flame for the fusion. Surely you aren't going to go back on your word because of that?" Li Fengquan stared at the milky-white flame on the curved blade and asked coldly.
"Heh, since I gave my word, how could I go back on it? Besides, if I've read the latter half of this secret art correctly, isn't the final step in condensing the Three-Flavor True Flame still missing a Fusion Mantra?" Wang Yu did not immediately send over the milky-white flame on the curved blade. Instead, he chuckled and posed a question of his own.
"You really comprehended the entire secret art?" Li Fengquan blurted out, his face filled with disbelief.
"I wouldn't claim to have comprehended it entirely, but spotting that one flaw was no trouble. I can't maintain the spirit-devouring demon flame for much longer right now, so you'd best decide quickly," Wang Yu replied noncommittally.
Li Fengquan's face turned somewhat ashen. After glancing at the flame on the curved blade several times, he finally stamped his foot within the firebird phantom, took another white