A gray-brown flame hovered above Xiao Yan's head, resembling a gray sun, continuously radiating an intensely scorching heat that distorted the very space around it. This temperature was very close to the Qinglian Earth Heart Flame that Xiao Yan had once obtained. Of course, it was only close—this unique heterogenous flame was an unparalleled phenomenon of this realm, irreplaceable. Xiao Yan was well aware of this. Though the "Nong Yan Technique" possessed remarkable subtlety, it still fell far short of creating heterogenous flame from nothing. At best, it could only approach it infinitely, never surpassing it. However, although Xiao Yan thought thus, it was clearly evident that the three elders of the Magic Flame Valley did not share the same sentiment. They held immense confidence in the gray-brown flame—formed by the complete fusion of their internal Qi—which had, over the years, defeated numerous opponents, including several peak-tier强者 from Black Angle. The gray-brown flame rose gently, then suddenly split into three distinct streams at the sound of a cold laugh from Fangyan, before surging forward and entering the bodies of the three elders. As the gray-brown flame penetrated their bodies, the aura radiating from their surfaces instantly intensified, becoming wildly turbulent. Waves of intense, fused heat pressure surged like tides, continuously sweeping toward Xiao Yan, who stood at the center of the three. Surrounded by this relentless wave of pressure, Xiao Yan's robe fluttered incessantly, yet his expression remained largely unchanged. He glanced at the three of them and suddenly smiled faintly, "You three have indeed combined such flames. Yet it seems more like you've injured yourselves before injuring others." Hearing Xiao Yan's laughter, Fangyan returned a cold smile. "Master Xiao has excellent eyesight. Each time you employ the Nong Yan Decision to blend this 'Hua Sheng Fire,' significant burns do indeed appear within my body. However, if we can recover the Bodhi's Body Saliva, it won't be such a serious matter after all." "Ah, so you call this fire the 'Hua Sheng Fire'? Indeed, the Nong Yan Decision of the Mo Yan Valley is quite unique. Yet compared to true Qi Fires, your 'Hua Sheng Fire' still falls short in caliber." Xiao Yan smiled slightly, slowly forming hand seals before his body, then suddenly solidifying them. "The Three Great Transformations of Heavenly Fire!" The sound resonated within Xiao Yan's heart, and a jade-green flame surged forth like volcanic lava from within his body. It spiraled around his form for a moment before gradually receding back into him. As the flame withdrew, Xiao Yan's aura surged dramatically. The dialect scoffed, showing no astonishment at Xiao Yan's surging aura—clearly already aware of Xiao Yan's secret method that enhanced his strength. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's lips slowly curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile. To face three opponents single-handedly, he truly had to put in considerable effort. Yet these three elders deliberately chose not to rely on their qi attacks, instead aiming to compete directly on the battlefield of flame. That was undoubtedly a case of attacking their own weaknesses while exploiting Xiao Yan's strengths—a self-imposed hardship. With a gentle flick of his fingers, a ball of flame hovered above Xiao Yan's palm. This flame was not the jade-green hue reminiscent of crystal, but a pale cyan—one that was not the Lüli Lotus Heart Flame, but rather the first distinct heteroflame Xiao Yan had used independently in a long time: the Qinglian Earth Heart Flame. As Xiao Yan's first source flame, this heteroflame was the one he knew best, controlled with the smoothness of flowing clouds and water, utterly seamless and effortless. As Xiao Yan cast the Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, his gaze briefly swept toward Su Qian and Xiao Yi, who were now both engaged in fierce combat, held back by Han Feng and Mo Tianxing. On the other side, Mo Ya and Qi Shan were gradually rising into the air, deliberately advancing toward Zi Yan with an unwavering intent—clearly aiming to have them join forces and subdue her. As his eyes passed over Mo Ya and Qi Shan, Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp, piercing glint flashing across them. He had not expected such treachery from these two—facing off against just a young girl, they had resorted to outnumbering and overpowering her. Perceiving Xiao Yan's gaze, Zi Yan also turned her eyes toward him, meeting his gaze with a playful smile and her clear voice reaching his ears: "Don't worry, I can handle these two. You just focus on those three old fellows..." Hearing Zi Yan's words, Xiao Yan was momentarily taken aback. Seeing her composed, unconcerned expression, he gradually relaxed. Zi Yan had always been enigmatic, with a notable background and an array of impressive techniques. Though she had only recently entered the Duke of Battle rank, her combat prowess was strong—indeed, even with Mo Yao and Qi Shan working together, it would not be easy to defeat her swiftly in the short term. "Master Xiao, right now isn't the time to be distracted," the one in the local dialect said, with a stern smile. Then, with a sudden movement of her hand seals, the gray-brown flames swirling around her instantly coalesced into a flame bird the size of half a foot. The bird flapped its fiery wings and, with a sharp beak, launched a lightning-fast attack directly at Xiao Yan. A gray-brown phoenix streaked across the sky, appearing mere zhangs away from Xiao Yan in the blink of an eye. Yet before it could take another wingbeat, an oddly abrupt, pale-green flame net suddenly extended forth, enveloping the gray-brown phoenix. Encased within the net, the phoenix regarded the scene with a cold gaze. With a subtle hand seal, it instantly inflated like a balloon filled with air, its gray-brown flames continuously searing the pale-green net—so much so that the latter began to shimmer and lose solidity. "Hmm?" Noticing the transformation of the flame net formed from the Pure Lotus Earth-Heart Fire, Xiao Yan murmured in mild astonishment, his eyes flashing with interest. This "false hetero-fire," forged from the combined qi of Fangyan and his two companions over a lifetime, truly possessed unique qualities—perhaps even surpassing some "beast fires." Still, despite its strength, it remained fundamentally a mere imitation. In the presence of true hetero-fire, it would inevitably falter. A coldness surfaced at the corner of his lips. Xuanyin clenched his hands suddenly, and the azure fire net, which had been stretched to the point of rupture by the expanding fire bird, suddenly burst forth with intense flame and contracted sharply! "Plush!" As the net contracted, a sharp sound echoed—the massive fire bird was instantly shredded into flame specks, which then surged out like countless bees, flooding into Fangyan's body in vast numbers. "Hmm." Though the flames returned to his body, a low, muffled hum rose from Fangyan's throat, clearly indicating that he had sustained some damage during the earlier clash of flames. Xuanyin was once again astonished that the "Born-Flame" could split off and evade the net's containment. Then, an utterly unexpected thought surged in his mind: "What if I were to capture this 'Born-Flame' and use the Burn Technique to consume and refine it? Might that trigger a subtle evolution of the Burn Technique itself?" The "Born-From-Transformation Flame" wielded by the three dialectal cultivators is, in the eyes of Xiao Yan, the most formidable among the non-Unique Flames he has witnessed over the years. As long as it is a flame, the Burn-Consumption Technique will inevitably absorb and refine it—just as Xiao Yan once refined that "Purple Flame" years ago. Of course, with the current level of the Burn-Consumption Technique, it no longer exerts any significant effect when absorbing ordinary beast flames. This "Born-From-Transformation Flame," however, is different. Should they succeed in capturing it, it might prove beneficial. This flame is formed by the convergence of the three dialectal cultivators' accumulated Qi throughout their lifetimes. Should it be captured, the three would inevitably see a sharp decline in their strength, and it would take an unknown length of time before they could regain their current level. Reflecting on this, the cold, determined expression on Xiao Yan's lips gradually deepened. "Since you wish to play with fire, then let me show you what it means to burn oneself to cinders!" Xiao Yan murmured softly in his heart, "Fire is intangible and formless; ordinary people find it extremely difficult to capture. Yet for Xiao Yan, who possesses two unique fires, this is no great challenge... 'Second Brother, Third Brother!' As Xiao Yan's thoughts turned, the dialect, who had just suffered an unexpected setback, grew slightly gloomy and shouted sharply, 'Stellar Phoenix Fire!' Upon hearing the dialect's sharp command, the two senior monks from Mo Yan Valley exchanged a brief glance, then gritted their teeth, adjusting their hand seals. A thick, gray-brown flame surged forth from within them, spreading out in an overwhelming wave and weaving through the sky. When the dialect also fully poured out the fire generated within himself, a powerful surge of energy radiated swiftly from the dense gray-brown flame. 'Huh!' A gray-brown flame surged and rolled like a cloud, and suddenly, a clear, resonant bird call erupted, carrying a surge of intense heat from within the flame. The flame cloud rippled and then gradually coalesced into a massive, gray-brown fire phoenix, towering over ten zhang in height, emerging steadily from the flame. "It's truly remarkable how the flame has been shaped into such a form," remarked Xiao Yan, his eyes widening in astonishment as he gazed up at the magnificent fire phoenix in the sky. A rare smile spread across his face, and he murmured softly. "This Starry Fire Phoenix must have condensed the fire essence from all three of us. Then, I'll take it—without further hesitation!"