In an environment akin to the earth's marrow and molten rock, Xu Yang was drenched in sweat like rain.
The Celestial Refining Divine Tripod loomed to one side, while four Daluo divisions quaked as if mired in swampy turbulence.
One moment maintaining clarity of consciousness under the onslaught of ancient Evil Qi, the next resisting the corrosion of Fire Fiend.
Within his body, the Celestial Refining Divine Scripture circulated at breakneck speed; the Immortal Seed shone like a phantom sun, igniting ceaseless, violent waves that surged about the void of his Dantian.
Ordinary people could never fathom such a scene.
The erosion of Fire Fiend alone would render one tormented beyond death, vigilant at every moment.
Who would dare to split their focus in here, let alone cultivate saber techniques?
If there were a projection, those outside would surely be driven mad.
