Boom!
Around He Xian, the void twisted. With the myriad Daos as fuel and flames as his furnace, he sought to refine himself as though refining a golden pill, uniting flesh, soul, and spirit into one.
Around him, countless runes intertwined, and myriad Dao laws appeared like ribbons of silk, piercing through and crossing one another to forge a great cauldron.
He Xian sat cross-legged within it. He forced his primordial spirit to manifest at the same height as his body, then refined it, inch by inch, into his flesh and blood.
"Aaah!" He Xian screamed in unbearable agony. Burning both soul and body could destroy him utterly at any moment.
Pfft!
He Xian died, his body and spirit annihilated. Before his soul could melt into his flesh and blood, it was consumed by the flames and burned to ashes.
The fire of the myriad Daos was far too fierce, and He Xian's method was rather crude.
Still, he had nine more chances to experiment slowly.
As though time had reversed, He Xian appeared whole again inside the stone chamber.
He continued drawing down the fire of the myriad Daos. This time, he was extremely cautious, drawing out only a small portion of his soul to temper. Enduring the pain, he tried merging it into his flesh and blood, and found that it worked.
His brow lifted in delight.
This time, he divided his soul into several small pieces, melting and tempering them one by one.
Pfft!
He Xian died again. This time, the flames had not killed him. He had killed himself, grinding away his own will.
He Xian realized that he seemed to have walked into a dead end.
Eight chances remained.
He Xian returned to life, let out a long breath, and continued courting death.
Seven.
Six.