During this time, Lan Hong had not been idle either. He was constructing a battlefield for Hun Tiandi. Hun Tiandi had to die, but once he died, the strand of Origin Qi on him could not be wasted.
Although Lan Hong could condense Origin Qi, the process was not fast.
Before opening the passage between the Dou Qi Continent and the Great Thousand World, they had to ensure the Dou Qi Continent possessed sufficient fighting strength. Better safe than sorry.
Several months passed like this, and Lan Hong finally completed a battlefield capable of withstanding a Dou Emperor battle.
Within that battlefield, even if Hun Tiandi died in battle, Lan Hong could reclaim the strand of Origin Qi from his body.
Meanwhile, within the Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Xuan watched as Xiao Yan's body was incinerated and reforged, the process repeating over and over. More than a year had already passed, nearly two.
Even Xiao Xuan was almost numb to it, let alone Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan's mind was muddled and on the verge of collapse, yet his mouth still mechanically repeated those words.
"My heart is as steadfast as a rock. So long as a single thought remains, I shall not perish."
This showed that his heart had not yet fallen, and there was still hope of success.
In the Soul Realm, Hun Tiandi sat cross-legged above a pool of blood.
Void Devouring Flame appeared before Hun Tiandi once more.
"Hun Tiandi, the Soul Realm's resources have been exhausted. Have you still not succeeded?"
"That is not the issue. Rather, it seems there are some things in this blood pool that should not be here."
A mass of black flames was drawn from the blood pool. It was clearly Void Devouring Flame's handiwork.
"If I absorbed these, I fear I