Long Yan's progress in comprehending the true intent of the Fire Dao was not particularly swift.
At first, he had indeed established a connection with it quickly, but afterward, he was unable to evoke any resonance no matter what he did.
More than two hours passed. After trying several methods to resonate with it to no avail, Long Yan withdrew from his meditative state.
But that did not mean he intended to give up. With pride as lofty as his, there was no way he could simply admit that, as a true disciple of Penglai Palace, his aptitude in the Fire Dao was inferior to that counterfeit.
After rising to his feet, Long Yan slowly gathered his focus, awakened the dragon qi throughout his body, and once more manifested his crimson dragon form.
Wu Xingqiu understood his intentions at once. Out of goodwill, he still opened his mouth to advise him, "I know Fellow Daoist Long possesses a powerful unusual physique and outstanding talent, but beneath this fire pool lies the convergence point of the three thousand Fire Veins in this Secret Realm. The true fire power contained within is enough to—"
"I know what I'm doing. I don't need your reminder."
Long Yan showed no appreciation for Wu Xingqiu's well-meant advice. "Do not impose the thoughts of mediocrities like you upon me. What you cannot accomplish does not mean I cannot."
Seeing that his attitude remained unchanged, Wu Xingqiu simply closed his mouth.
With Long Yan's arrogant temperament, he would never change without crashing headfirst into a wall and suffering a real loss.
Hiss, hiss!
In the next instant, Long Yan invoked the might of his dragon body and drew all the fire-attributed spirits above the entire fire pool into himself.
A searing heat surged from his dragon body,