"Earth's True Fire!"
In the secret realm where the ancient gods collected countless fire seeds, Feng Bingwen looked at the dark flames burning quietly before him, his eyes flashing with an obscure and unfathomable light.
The flame before them was a true fire that most cultivators in the cultivation world had only heard of but never seen, and even immortals craved it.
When it first entered this secret realm, this flame, having already developed sentience, naturally harbored immense malice towards cultivators like Feng Bingwen, relentlessly pursuing him for over three thousand miles. It only retreated after the appearance of two other flame spirits. Now, however, the flame, its sentience forcibly drained, is as quiet as a virgin.
But Feng Bingwen knew that the current quiet was just an illusion. If he were to actually begin refining it, he would have to endure the backlash and turmoil of this true fire. Even without spirituality, its essence would not change.
This flame was born from the endless Yin energy and turbidity of the earth, having drained away the spirituality it had cultivated over countless years, making it even more violent. However, this power was no longer under the control of any will.
"Oh!"
Recalling the many taboos and risks associated with refining true fire, Feng Bingwen chuckled and, without the slightest hesitation, reached out to grab the ball of black flame in front of him.
Ordinary immortals control true fire or true water mostly by cultivating unique ancient techniques, consuming a great deal of spiritual materials and time, and then gradually condensing true water or true fire.
For example, the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water controlled by Feng Bingwen's companion water spirit has such an origin, but as for its quantity, Feng Bingwen no longer cares about it. It's too slow. However, it is safe and can be used as an extension of one's own arm when fighting with others.
Only a very small number of immortals possess true water or true fire, which are naturally condensed from heaven and earth. The amount of these materials is usually quite similar, and if one can collect them, their power can be equivalent to one or even several immortal artifacts.
But that is precisely the problem. Even immortals must be extremely cautious in refining the true water and fire that are naturally generated and nurtured by heaven and earth. A slight mistake could result in the destruction of one's immortal body, making it an extremely dangerous endeavor.
But that applies to ordinary immortals. He doesn't have so many concerns about Feng Bingwen, even though the ball of Earthly True Fire in front of him is quite massive.
After all, it was the accumulated collection of an ancient deity, so it wouldn't be so petty. If an ordinary immortal tried to subdue it, they might be instantly devoured and turned to ashes.
"As expected of real fire!"
With long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, the jade-like hand probed into the flames. Under the scorching heat of the dark flames, the hand, which had been faintly shimmering with an immortal golden radiance amidst its jade-like color, gradually revealed a charred black hue.
Then, the charred black color, clearly caused by the flames, began to spread across the seemingly flawless palm, burning the skin, flesh, and bones inch by inch.
But as the flames scorched, it seemed that some hidden power in the blood flowing in his palms was stimulated, and a barely perceptible roar of a tiger and a cry of a dragon rang out, and the crimson blood began to turn into a golden glow.
At this moment, what flowed through Feng Bingwen's body was not blood, but a vast expanse of crimson-gold radiance, and under the illumination of that radiance, the flesh and blood destroyed by the true fire began to heal rapidly.
Even the Earthly True Fire, which had no independent consciousness, was touched at this moment. The flames that were burning quietly became three times more intense. The flesh and blood that had just healed and grown were burned away once again, revealing the immortal bones that were as clear as crystal and beautiful jade.
roar!
The roars of tigers and the cries of dragons grew clearer. Within the crystal-clear immortal bones, a golden light, even more intense than the radiance flowing in the blood, was flowing. The divine light that emanated at this moment even briefly resisted the erosion of the true fire, allowing Feng Bingwen's palm to regenerate rapidly, completely intact, without showing the slightest trace of being burned by the flames.
Sizzle~
But soon, the black flame seemed to be enraged, and an even more powerful force surged out from it, even actively wrapping around Feng Bingwen's palm and spreading along his palm to his forearm.
Despite feeling the pain, Feng Bingwen kept his hand suspended in the flames, showing no intention of pulling it away, even though the flames seemed to spread throughout his body and engulf him entirely.
"It can definitely withstand it!"
Although the feeling of being burned by true fire was not pleasant, compared to these sufferings, the further stimulation and release of the potential contained in his body, and the feeling of his body strengthening at a speed that could be directly felt, was more wonderful, enough to offset the pain, and even made Feng Bingwen feel extremely happy.
"Although there will be some suffering, what does it matter?"
Seeing the flames engulf his entire arm and begin to spread toward his chest and head, Feng Bingwen made no attempt to stop or restrain them. Instead, he stepped forward and sat cross-legged amidst the flames.
Wow!
The Earthly True Fire erupted completely, engulfing Feng Bingwen's body and releasing a surging power powerful enough to distort the void, aiming to burn this ungrateful creature, who even dared to enter on its own initiative, to ashes, leaving not even a trace.
However, faced with the raging fire, Feng Bingwen showed no fear whatsoever; in fact, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, even as his body was being charred by the intense heat of the fire.
But beneath the charred carbon shell, an even more intense light was radiating, and surging blood and energy burst forth from the center of his chest, like a crimson, illusory sun manifesting itself.
"Hehe, if there were a martial arts immortal here, seeing me like this, he would probably be green with envy!"
Even as he was engulfed in true fire, Feng Bingwen still had the leisure to ponder some nonsensical thoughts. After all, although the burning of true fire was painful, the feeling of his body becoming stronger under the tempering and tempering of true fire was even more wonderful, and to a certain extent, the pain could be ignored.
True Fire Tempering!
Even those who have drawn upon the celestial and terrestrial energies to temper their bodies, and then honed their martial arts to the point of achieving a state of perfect harmony, and who have broken through the barriers of the mysteries, none of them dare to use the power of true water and true fire to refine their bodies.
There was no other reason; it was simply that they couldn't withstand it. This was a power that a martial artist of this level couldn't possibly wield. Even if a human martial artist of this level possessed the power to overturn rivers and seas, it would be the same.
"What are tribulations for ordinary immortals are, to me, unparalleled opportunities!"
Feng Bingwen murmured softly. Under the ever-increasing power of the true fire, his body, which had already undergone countless rebirths, was now being burned away, leaving only a large portion of his skeleton.
Even in its dilapidated state, it possessed a dignified and solemn appearance, devoid of any eeriness or terror. This was because within the skeleton, all the internal organs were intact, and an endless flow of blood and energy emanated from it. The scorched fascia and flesh were visibly regenerating.
This is the method Feng Bingwen chose to subdue the True Fire after a simple test. When ordinary immortals encounter the True Fire that is naturally born and nurtured, the method of subduing and refining it is to carefully refine it strand by strand with their magic power, and gradually turn it into their own through years of wear and tear.
Feng Bingwen sat directly in the true fire, letting it burn his body. When the true fire could no longer harm him in the slightest, it would naturally be at his disposal.
This is a magnificent method, but it is too forceful and domineering. If it weren't for the legacy of ancient gods and demons, Feng Bingwen would not have dared to make such a reckless attempt.
Of course, such recklessness is not without its advantages. Compared to the orthodox methods of subduing and refining, this method takes hundreds of times less time and brings endless opportunities.
For ten whole days and nights, Feng Bingwen allowed the true fire to scorch his body without mobilizing the slightest bit of power to protect himself. He completely let the surging blood energy hidden in his body fight against the true fire, thus forging an increasingly powerful and terrifying physique that remained fearless even under the disturbance of the true fire.
"You little brat, what kind of freak are you? Are you really human?"
Even the Imperial Void Cauldron, hidden within Feng Bingwen's dantian and witnessing this scene firsthand, couldn't help but cry out in surprise, for this scene defied his common sense.
The world is vast and the number of living beings is endless. There are beings that can withstand the burning of true fire with their flesh and blood. Among the human race, especially in the martial arts system, there are many such beings. However, such beings should not be at the level of Feng Bingwen.
"How long have you been following me? Have you been burned so badly by this fire that you can't even tell my race anymore?"
Sitting amidst the flames, Feng Bingwen, who could even feel a slight warmth from the Earthly True Fire, heard the astonishment of the Imperial Void Cauldron and immediately asked with a smile.
"This isn't right. How could the human race raise a freak like you? Even those martial arts barbarians need to reach a higher realm to be able to ignore the invasion of true water and true fire!"
Yu Xu Xian Ding was completely baffled. Although he sensed that the blood energy hidden in Feng Bingwen's body was exceptionally terrifying, he had never thought much about it before.
After all, they are disciples of the Supreme Dao. Any one of their disciples from previous generations would be considered an unparalleled genius in the outside world. Cultivating both immortality and martial arts is nothing special, it's commonplace.
But to use true fire to temper one's body while only at the Cave Profound Realm and not be burned to ashes is somewhat exaggerated.
Want to know why?
Stop keeping me in suspense!
The Imperial Void Cauldron urged impatiently.
"I'm not telling you. Aren't you supposed to be knowledgeable and experienced? You can guess for yourself!"
Feng Bingwen chuckled, and upon hearing the angry roar of the immortal artifact within his body, he laughed even more unrestrainedly.
He immediately calmed his mind and began to circulate the ancient scripture that primarily tempered his body. Instantly, a dark light spread from his chest, and the brilliant light of dawn gradually dimmed, eventually turning into darkness as well.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen, who was entrenched in the true fire, became a bottomless abyss, its color even deeper than the pitch-black flames entwined around his body.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying devouring power erupted from Feng Bingwen's body. The Earthly True Fire, which was becoming increasingly powerless against Feng Bingwen's body, instantly transformed into countless strands, surging towards his acupoints. Its violent and savage intent was erased, and it became docile and obedient, like a lamb.
In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the true fire collected by a divine being was completely consumed by Feng Bingwen and stored within his body, without leaking a single drop.
"roar!"
Feng Bingwen slowly opened his eyes. Dark flames replaced everything, and an indescribable, boundless malevolent aura slowly spread across his body, while mysterious and obscure demonic runes spread across his body.
The Taoist robe on his body had long been burned by the true fire, leaving the young man completely naked. He stood up and walked out of the valley. With each step he took, his body changed. As he walked a few steps, his body became more and more enormous, even majestic.
Before long, the originally tiny Taoist became as tall as the mountain and stood shoulder to shoulder with many peaks. When he walked out of the valley, even the tallest mountain in the vicinity could only reach his waist. It was like a sand table in front of him, which he could destroy with a single step.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen looked down at everything around him, his eyes were black, and his tall and strong body was covered with demonic patterns, like a demon god who had lived since the ancient times had awakened, and a vast and ancient aura was naturally revealed.
"Tsk, kid Feng, if you go out like this, you might get surrounded and killed by a bunch of unsuspecting cultivators who will call on their friends and family!"
"Ambush me?"
Upon hearing the words of the Imperial Void Cauldron, Feng Bingwen, whose physique had reached its peak, couldn't help but laugh, and there was even a hint of anticipation in his eyes that flickered with black flames.
When one's physique is honed to its limit, the natural pursuit is to achieve immortality. Feng Bingwen has not yet reached the realm of immortality, but he is not far from the rebirth from a drop of blood that martial artists pursue. Now, even if most of his body is destroyed, as long as a small part of his flesh and tissue remains, he can recover with sufficient nourishment.
Such terrifying regenerative ability means that unless a cultivator of a higher realm disregards their pride and attacks him, Feng Bingwen believes that among those of the same realm, there are fewer than five people in this world who can rival him. To fight against him, one would have to gather a group of people to besiege him.
Of course, Feng Bingwen would never tolerate himself falling into such a state. Such a thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he withdrew it. He then quickly restrained his towering, earth-shattering, and seemingly world-destroying demonic demeanor.
After the demon god disappeared, a handsome young Taoist priest reappeared in this secret realm. When he appeared, he was in front of a ball of white flame. This ball of flame had also been stripped of its spirituality, but it was still very lively and would occasionally transform into the shape of a Vermilion Bird.
"They are both true fires, but completely opposite. They should be able to temper my physique to some extent, but the improvement will never be as great as before. However, it is better than nothing."
Feng Bingwen nonchalantly placed his palm into the Nanming Fire, only to feel a slightly intense warmth. He immediately felt a sense of helplessness; the improvement to his physique was probably smaller than he had imagined.
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