At the end of the sky, the Sunset Altar.
This scene is mysterious and ancient, exuding an eerie atmosphere.
Zhou Dao saw just a glimpse before suddenly waking up.
Time flows like water, an eternal moment.
In that glance, it seemed as if he had experienced a long life, yet it felt as if it were only a fleeting moment.
"What was that?" Zhou Dao was horrified.
That scene seemed to have been branded deep into his memory, forever unable to be erased.
In the room, a faint fragrance lingered and enveloped him.
Zhou Dao experienced an unprecedented baptism, his body aching all over, every inch of his flesh seemed to have been refined. The Pure Yang relics in his dantian completely dissipated, integrating into every part of his body.
Unknowingly, he had stepped into the True Fire Fourth Level Realm, his fleshbody tempered, reborn completely. His blood carried an aromatic scent and drove away all evil.
"So fast?" Zhou Dao could hardly believe it.