Ling Feng looked at the blood drop in his sea of consciousness expectantly, not letting go of any minute detail.
As it turned out, when Ling Feng merged his blood into the Blood Sea, the entire Blood Sea began to shrink violently, boil, and roll. It soared into the sky and surged towards Ling Feng like a man-eating beast. What made Ling Feng's brain short-circuit was that this vast Blood Sea, when it approached him, unexpectedly turned into a drop of blood and drilled into his sea of consciousness.
Using his weak soul power to envelop this drop of blood, Ling Feng tried several times to enter it, but all of his attempts ended in failure. The familiarity of the bloodline was caused by the changes in his blood. The bloodline of the Spirit Race was inherited from the Spirit Monarch. Ling Feng was almost certain that the drop of blood in his mind was most likely the Spirit Monarch's!
The blood of a Dou Di. In addition, this drop of blood was actually able to turn into a sea of blood. Ling Feng's breathing quickened when he thought of such a miraculous blood.
It was a pity that he could not enter the door now.
Wasn't this the same as going out to an internet cafe without an ID card? He went to the cafeteria for two dishes and one soup, and forgot his meal card. He had booked a room with his girlfriend and didn't bring any tickets.
Why wasn't he anxious?
The problem of the Blood Sea was put aside for now. Although the remaining one was restless and might be beneficial, it might also be a time bomb.
However, in terms of momentum, at least half of the problems and difficulties had been resolved.
Just as Ling Feng thought that the blood sea had disappeared, he was overjoyed and prepared to look for a way out along the original location of the blood sea.
The situation of vomiting blood occurred. After the original blood sea disappeared, what was left was not the so-called " oasis of hope ", but the black flames that Ling Feng was familiar with. These flames were like a bunch of little friends, forming a circle and fixing Ling Feng in it. It was extremely like a livestock that was being raised in captivity.
A lamb waiting to be slaughtered seemed to be like this!
After calming himself down, Ling Feng looked around. The surroundings were filled with a bleak darkness. At the side, the flames were jumping and dancing mischievously. The flames were suddenly big and small, changing in all forms. It was like a child who had not grown up yet, mocking Ling Feng's incompetence.
However, this little wimp could easily destroy the spirit wind.
Ling Feng, who already had no way out, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He staggered a little in his heart and slowly raised his bare foot. He didn't take a step down, but instead stopped in midair.
After pausing for a long while, the surroundings were completely silent. The only sound was probably Ling Feng's breathing…
His eyebrows twitched, and a few determined expressions flashed across his face as he stepped forward barefooted!
There was no burning sensation on his feet. Instead, it was slightly cold, and the spiritual wind was not completely burned.
Ling Feng's eyes narrowed as he suddenly realized that his entire body was wrapped in a layer of unknown blood-colored membrane. It was beautiful and bewitching, like a deadly poisonous rose. Poison? No!
At the very least, it was a life-saving item that prevented him from being burned and allowed him to stay safe in the flames.
This color was familiar…
He was stunned. Wasn't this the drop of blood?
As expected, the blood drop in his sea of consciousness was no longer there, and there was still a weak and indistinct connection between the thin membrane on his body and himself. His breathing could not help but become a little chaotic. Ling Feng, whose entire body was covered in a blood membrane, slowly walked in the world of black flames, as if he was a king born from fire.
Behind the black flames was a passageway with a wall of flames. The flames grew on both sides, and Ling Feng had no time to care about them. He hurriedly followed the path forward. This thing was not under his control. What if it disappeared later?
Not long after, Ling Feng finally walked to an empty area.
What entered his eyes was a clear little lake. In the middle of the small lake, there was actually a ball of golden flames. Oh god, Ling Feng dared to swear that he had never seen such a dazzling golden color in his entire life. It was so pure that it made people mesmerized, and so beautiful that it made people lose their souls.
It was like a beautiful girl in a golden muslin dress. It was mysterious and seductive, a kind of fatal temptation.
Ling Feng stood a few feet away in a daze as he stared at this golden flame. His eyes quietly revealed a little heat. If he was not mistaken, this was a 'Heavenly Flame'!
The Ling Clan was indeed at the bottom of the Eight Clans. Unlike the Gu Clan and the Yan Clan, they did not have any so-called Heavenly Flames that had been passed down for thousands of years. However, this did not hinder Ling Feng's judgment. There were only two types of golden Heavenly Flames on the Heavenly Flame Ranking:
Firstly, the Gold Emperor Incinerating Heaven Flame, which was ranked fourth, was the inheritance flame of the Gu clan and was currently in Xun Er's possession.
Secondly, the seventh-ranked Nine Nether Golden Ancestral Flame was formed in the Nine Nether and was golden in color.
The Heavenly Flame in front of him was likely…
At this moment, Ling Feng did not think about why the Nine Nether Golden Ancestor Flame, which had appeared in the hands of the Yan Clan's Patriarch later on, would appear here. It was as if he had lost his mind. He walked straight towards the lake without any defenses. He was like a youth who had lost his soul. He did not think about anything and forgot everything. There was only a hint of gold in his eyes.
Stepping barefooted in the lake, Ling Feng felt a rare coolness. However, he was unmoved. Step by step, he gradually approached the golden flame. The golden flame did not cause him any harm. Instead, a strange and intimate feeling was transmitted from his soul, causing Ling Feng to quicken his pace…
The moment he walked into the flames, the blood membrane on Ling Feng's surface suddenly retreated. The sudden change did not change Ling Feng's expression because he had no way out…
The golden flames raged violently, engulfing Ling Feng's entire body. In an instant, Ling Feng's entire body was actually wrapped in flames, floating above the lake. If someone were to see this, who knew what they would think?
Ling Feng, who was wrapped up, temporarily lost consciousness.
He might not have known that something shocking was happening in his body.
The blood membrane that had disappeared once again turned into blood droplets and entered his body. After that, it scattered into countless small blood droplets that wrapped around Ling Feng's tens of thousands of meridians, making his meridians look like they were covered in a layer of red frost. If one took a closer look, one would definitely be wide-eyed. How did this golden flame also enter Ling Feng's body?
The 'Heavenly Flame' was originally extremely wild and violent. However, it became extremely docile after coming into contact with the Qi Paths that were wrapped in the blood membrane. It scattered everywhere while Ling Feng's body remained safe and sound. There seemed to be a mysterious direction that guided the Nine Serene Golden Ancestor Flame. It followed a rather fixed route and began to circulate step by step.
Of course, Ling Feng, who was the one involved, had no idea about all of this. He was still unconscious.
Who knew how many hours had passed, ten days, or half a month?
Ling Feng suddenly felt that his body was filled with power, an unprecedented power, like a wild beast.
He struggled to open his eyes. The familiar back of the bookshelf and the sense of security as he leaned against the spatial barrier made him unable to smile. On the other hand, Ling Feng had the urge to cry. He had narrowly escaped death. He wondered if this counted?
With mixed feelings in his mind, Ling Feng straightened his body and took a glance. The blurry portrait behind the bookshelf had long disappeared. His body squeezed out of the gap of the bookshelf, but Ling Feng was stunned on the spot.
Sensing the unreal and powerful Dou Qi within his body, Ling Feng casually threw a punch. It carried a series of 'peng peng' sonic booms as Ling Feng muttered in a somewhat confused manner,"He has actually become a Dou Shi. I'm afraid that he has even become a four star Dou Shi, right?”
Furthermore, Ling Feng flipped his palm and a cluster of golden flames suddenly appeared in his hand. The moment the flame appeared, the surrounding space was scorched and ripples appeared. The power of the Heavenly Flame was this shocking.
"Oh…"
A burst of pain came from his head, and a huge amount of strange information suddenly poured into Ling Feng's sea of consciousness. Ling Feng covered his head that was in great pain, and his small mouth unconsciously said,"Qi is the origin of the continent. However, Qi is revered by the soul, and Qi is the slave of the soul. Wherever the soul goes, Qi exists. Refining Qi…"
Soul cultivation, it was actually soul cultivation!
His head didn't seem to hurt anymore, and Ling Feng was a little confused. The original novel had described that there were no cultivation techniques for cultivating the soul on the continent, but in fact, there were. Most of those cultivation techniques were passed down from ancient times, and the effects were average. They weren't systematic.
And now, it had actually appeared. The "Soul Cultivation Art"?
As the name suggested, it was to cultivate the soul. If the soul was strong, it would naturally be easy for one to cultivate. It could be said that one could advance by leaps and bounds.
Ling Feng, who was in ecstasy, did not know that his naked body and silly expression had been seen by the cold young girl not far away.
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