Chapter 379: Merging with Bone Spirit Cold Flame, First Glimpse of the Undead Fire!

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When Xiao Yan broke through to the rank of Dou Zhe, an unprecedented surge of power filled his heart. He felt as though his entire body had fused with the boundless energy of the heavens and earth.

His skin seemed to hum with invisible waves of power, and every inch of it rejoiced, brimming with vitality and life.

This newfound strength excited him greatly. He knew that he had stepped onto a new stage in his cultivation journey, but this was only the first step toward becoming truly powerful.

"So this is the realm of a Dou Zhe?" Xiao Yan's heart was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Then, Xiao Yan knelt on the ground, pressing his forehead to the floor, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Shui Wuya. His heart was filled with reverence and gratitude.

"Master, it was you who gave me this strength. I will forever be grateful for your kindness."

Xiao Yan's voice carried deep determination and gratitude.

Shui Wuya nodded slightly, his gaze profound as he looked at Xiao Yan. "You've broken through to the Dou Zhe realm, but the road of cultivation is long. Remember, never forget your original heart."

Hearing Shui Wuya's teachings, Xiao Yan's resolve to cultivate only deepened. He understood that only through constant effort could he avenge his past grievances.

Next, he turned toward Yao Lao and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yao Lao, you gifted me the precious Heavenly Flame. I am equally indebted to you."

Yao Lao smiled and shook his head. "My disciple, your diligent cultivation is the best way to repay me."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan felt a stir in his heart. He realized that even with his masters' guidance, he still had to rely on his own efforts to achieve his goals.

Solemnly, he vowed, "I will work twice as hard in my cultivation to become a stronger Dou Zhe and repay the kindness of my masters."

Afterward, Xiao Yan sat in his room, calmly cultivating as he felt the flow of power within him, focusing on stabilizing his current realm.

At the same time, he began to plan his next steps.

The room was filled with the faint scent of herbs.

"Ah, I've used up all my medicinal herbs."

"Also, the three major families have eased their investigation into the recent thefts. It's time to handle those treasures!"

"My father might have some ideas."

Xiao Yan thought quietly to himself, deciding to consult his father.

He stood up, ready to leave the room and discuss the handling of the treasures with his father.

Just as he was about to head out, he remembered his masters beside him.

Turning toward Yao Lao, he smiled and said, "Yao Lao, I have something to discuss with my father. Please, you and Senior Shui rest here for now. I'll be back shortly."

Yao Lao nodded, his expression kind. "Alright, go ahead."

As Xiao Yan left, the room returned to a peaceful silence.

Yao Lao looked over at Shui Wuya, who was sitting in meditation. A dignified aura surrounded Shui Wuyai, as if he had merged with the very air around him.

Yao Lao felt deep respect in his heart. He knew that, like this mysterious senior, he was also Xiao Yan's master. He needed to quicken his own cultivation pace and avoid falling behind.

With that thought, Yao Lao closed his eyes and began his own meditation, focusing intently on his cultivation.

He knew that only by continuously striving could he keep up with Senior Shui Wuya.

In Shui Wuya's inner undead space, the gray mist still shrouded that world.

Since Shui Wuya had not yet fully restored his divine power, the space within the undead world remained limited and still locked.

Suddenly, a faint flicker of fire appeared in Shui Wuya's palm—the flame seed of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame.

This flame burned with a deep, eerie glow, its color a pale gray, exuding a chilling aura. It looked both strange and mysterious. Under Shui Wuya's profound mastery of the laws of fire, the Bone Spirit Cold Flame was docile yet brimming with unfathomable mysteries.

Of course, Shui Wuya didn't aid Xiao Yan's cultivation without some benefit. He had reserved a small portion of the flame seed for himself.

To restore the undead space, Shui Wuya decided to merge the flame seed into it.

He gazed at the fire seed, took a deep breath, and began integrating it into the undead space.

His palm moved slowly, guiding the flame seed, which gradually merged into the fabric of the space.

As soon as the flame made contact, the undead space began to tremble, and a deep, mysterious ripple spread through the air.

The flame seed infiltrated every corner of the undead space like a delicate root, extending into the depths of the dimension.

Shui Wuya's brow furrowed slightly as he sensed the space's transformation. A profound and enigmatic force was at work, as if some unseen power was awakening this long-dormant realm of the dead.

With the flame's integration, the previously dark environment brightened slightly, like a cold light falling upon a forgotten world, bringing with it an aura of even greater danger.

The once-grayish space began to stir, as though an invisible force was growing and expanding.

The gathered soul energy within the space intertwined with the world's power, constantly nourishing the Bone Spirit Cold Flame.

These forces of the undead, filled with countless thoughts and emotions, flowed through the space like deep, shadowy rivers, enveloping the flame's power.

They intertwined with the undead energy, complementing one another, infusing the Bone Spirit Cold Flame with limitless energy.

During this process, the flame itself began to change.

The once eerie and cold flame grew more vibrant, emitting a dazzling glow.

Within the flames was a potent and mysterious force, as if it was the very essence of the undead world condensed into fire.

Shui Wuya watched silently. He could feel the vitality of the undead world steadily growing, and the Bone Spirit Cold Flame was growing stronger as well. A flicker of emotion stirred in his heart.

He realized that it might not be long before this unique flame underwent a mutation, transforming into an entirely new Heavenly Flame, displaying even greater power.

Meanwhile, in the Xiao family's chambers, Xiao Yan found his father, Xiao Zhan.

He gently pushed open the door and saw Xiao Zhan engrossed in studying an ancient book. Xiao Yan quietly walked in.

"Father, I have something I need to discuss with you," Xiao Yan said, a hint of anticipation in his expression.

Xiao Zhan set the book aside and looked at his son.

"What is it? What's on your mind?" he asked.

Xiao Yan smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on his father, and began discussing the matter of the treasures.

"The two major families have scaled back their search efforts. Now's the time. We can finally sell off those treasures.

I've calculated it. Altogether, they're worth over two million gold coins."

However, Xiao Zhan didn't respond immediately. Instead, his eyes carefully scanned his son's figure, as if searching for something.

(End of Chapter)