Qin Mo, the vessel for this, was in deep trouble. Black flames burned his internal organs, and indescribable pain tore at his nerves. He felt like a fish struggling in a frying pan, mouth agape but unable to breathe, left only to wait for death.
Qin Mo focused all her attention and began circulating her "vital energy" to resist the attack. Since arriving in this world, the black flames had stopped devouring her life force, and the vital energy cultivated through the *Mingxin Jing* was no longer continuously repairing her damaged internal organs. The vital energy accumulating in her dantian was growing larger and larger. Qin Mo had originally thought she would soon be able to fill her dantian and improve her cultivation level. But now she had to use it to resist the burning of the black flames, leaving her deeply frustrated.
Qin Mo mobilized his vital energy to form a protective membrane that shone with a bright yellow light, shielding his internal organs. As for his muscles and bones, let the black flames burn them; he couldn't care less. He could only grit his teeth and desperately resist the excruciating pain that burned his flesh and bones.
Qin Mo lost track of how much time had passed; all he knew was that his protective qi barrier was on the verge of collapse. This time, the black flames erupted completely, like a gambler who had almost lost everything throwing all his chips onto the table at once. Endless black flames surged wildly into the red vortex on Qin Mo's chest, threatening to burst it apart.
The red vortex formed by the phoenix mark seemed finally unable to withstand the relentless and shameless attacks of the black flames. Its rotation suddenly accelerated, and a wisp of black-red flame seeped from the vortex. This flame was clearly different from the raging black flames; it was darker and purer. It shook its head, as if it had a life of its own, and slowly swam into the raging black flames.
This wisp of crimson-black flame was slender yet incredibly agile, its body covered in intricate patterns. It swirled and coiled within the black flames, causing all the black flames in its path to stagnate. Soon after, all the black flames within Qin Mo's body ceased their frenzied attacks, like fierce beasts meeting their king and choosing to submit.
The crimson-black flames slowly began to circulate around Qin Mo's meridians, somewhat lazy and somewhat dazed, but all the black flames were willingly devoured by it, just like commoners encountering emperors, the immense rank suppression making them willingly become food for the crimson-black flames.
Each time the crimson flame devoured ten portions of Nirvana Flame, its body grew larger and the patterns on its body became clearer. After it had completely devoured all the black flames, its color was almost pure black, as deep as the sky without any stars or moon. Only occasionally did it reveal a trace of crimson light, indicating who was the master of this advanced version of black flame that contained enormous energy.
The newly formed black flames slowly circulated within Qin Mo's body, constantly emitting specks of black light. This light, carrying a slight heat, seeped into Qin Mo's muscles, bones, and internal organs, causing her to feel waves of tingling and itching. Countless cells died, and even more new cells were generated, recombinating and rearranging themselves. Qin Mo's body was undergoing a radical transformation, becoming stronger and more resilient.
Qin Mo poured all his energy into the intricate patterns on the newly formed black flame. He had a premonition that these patterns contained the origin and secrets of the black flame and the phoenix mark.
Sure enough, once his spiritual power touched the mysterious patterns, he immediately received a wealth of information—all of them runes, profound and difficult to understand. Even with all his might, Qin Mo could only vaguely grasp the meaning of one rune: Nirvana Fire—Nirvana Flame.
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