"What are you doing?" Song Yan frowned. "Do you have a death wish?"
Burning Like Karmic Fire was no laughing matter, much less for a mere phantom without Spiritual Power to protect it.
Yet the figure turned a deaf ear to his shouts.
His steps were slow and firm. With each step, his form grew fainter, but his indomitable resolve became ever more imposing.
The incandescent white karmic fire touched the edges of the phantom, producing a searing sound that made the heart tremble.
The figure visibly paused, but its determination to advance did not diminish in the slightest.
At last, its form vanished entirely into the heart of the raging flames.
For an instant, the flames across the mountaintop seemed to falter, only to erupt immediately afterward with unprecedented brilliance.
Burning Like Karmic Fire frantically licked and scorched the phantom. The figure's outline rapidly grew thin and transparent within the Fire Pool, as though it might evaporate completely at any moment.
Agony twisted that already indistinct face, yet a strange sight unfolded along with it.
The figure's hands held the stalk of Cloud Abyss Sword Bamboo in an incomparably firm embrace.
The bamboo was not burned away. Under the karmic fire's tempering, the blue-gray radiance flowing over the Cloud Abyss Sword Bamboo abruptly withdrew inward, producing a hum.
The surface of the sword bamboo gave off a gentle, jade-like luster.
Song Yan could not help marveling.
Unable to use Spiritual Power, this senior had actually chosen to guide the flow of the karmic fire with his own lingering obsession.
He seemed to be using his own body as a medium, a mold, and a forging hammer.
Now, the karmic fire could only bring him pain; it could not kill his obsession.
The flames had become an extension of his