A world of fiery magma, seemingly lifeless and utterly still, stretched out endlessly, like a stagnant pond of blood, with no ripple or movement—complete silence enveloped every corner of this molten realm. Then, suddenly, a deep rumble echoed through the stillness. Instantly, the otherwise motionless magma surged into a vigorous boil, surging upward in massive waves of fiery flame that roared and crashed down with thunderous force, splashing up torrents of molten streams and sending out a resounding roar. Amid the roaring surge of molten lava, a figure stood firm upon the flowing magma, his upper body bare. A pale, viscous sheen covered his exposed skin. As he swiftly moved his large, heavy ruler in intricate, mesmerizing arcs, a continuous cascade of ruler-shadows rapidly spread out, enveloping him completely. When the crashing waves of lava struck this network of shadows—resembling an intricate celestial lattice—the molten streams were instantly deflected and scattered. The shadows danced in dense, layered succession, seemingly stacked upon one another innumerable times, effectively repelling the relentless surges of lava. The defense thus formed was truly astonishing. A powerful wave of molten lava crashed down, splashing out streams of molten flow that gradually subsided. The figure standing atop the lava exhaled heavily, slowly halting the dance of the jade staff. As the final stroke of the staff faded, a young face, marked with both excitement and fatigue, emerged—none other than Xiao Yan, who had entered the molten world to train. With the heavy jade staff at rest, Xiao Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead. The force of the lava waves, towering several zhang high, was indeed formidable—requiring one to concentrate every ounce of mental energy. Otherwise, if the scalding flow of lava touched the body, the flesh would instantly turn into roasted meat. Pausing to refine his cultivation, Xiao Yan only then felt waves of numbness and tingling radiating from his arms. He glanced down at the Xuan Chong Chi, and found it covered with flowing red lava, the intense heat spreading up the length of the staff, making his palms feel scorching hot. Fortunately, for Xiao Yan, this level of heat was not particularly troublesome. However, when he turned his gaze to his body, he could no longer help but furrow his brow. What was evident was that on the body of Xiao Yan, now fully coated with cold liquid, several spots of bright red had appeared—clearly from the earlier surge of molten lava that had splashed over him. Fortunately, the protective layer of cold liquid had shielded him from significant injury. Yet even though no serious harm had been done, this indicated that Xiao Yan had not yet fully mastered the "Six-Direction Flowing Body Technique" as described in the scroll. According to the scroll, to truly achieve this technique, one must be able to enter and move freely within the molten lava wolf's body without even a trace of contact. For in future combat, if there were any gaps or weaknesses in one's defense, it would not merely be a few drops of lava that seeped through—but lethal, piercing attacks that could prove fatal. "Indeed, the Six-Direction Flowing Body Technique is not as straightforward to master as I had expected," Xiao Yan shook his head and murmured softly. Of course, the man, who was himself dissatisfied with his current progress in cultivation, was unaware that it was only due to his natural proficiency with a heavy staff—combined with the flawless guidance imparted by the soul imprints inscribed upon the scroll—that he had achieved such mastery of the "Six Harmonies Flowing Body Staff" within just fifteen days. After all, this was a mid-tier technique, and if it were so easily attainable, it would indeed seem rather trivial. Recall, for instance, the hardships he had endured in his early days when attempting to cultivate the mid-tier "Flame Division and Wave-Consuming Staff"—a clear indication of the difficulty involved. With the pyroclastic staff now securely stored in his storage relic, Xiao Yan lightly touched the molten rock with his foot, and a pair of translucent bone wings extended from his body. With a gentle flick of his wings, he soared upward, swiftly gliding toward the cave carved into the mountain wall above. Since Xiao Yan entered this molten world, it has already been half a month. During this period, he has scarcely left his quarters, only occasionally reporting to the elders stationed at the upper entrance to ensure they didn't think he had encountered any mishaps down below. Though the half-month of relentless training has been monotonous and solitary, its results have been remarkably evident. Now, Xiao Yan's internal qi has grown increasingly robust, and according to his sense, he is steadily approaching the level of a six-star Sovereign. Moreover, possibly due to the particularly refined fire-energy in this region, Xiao Yan has noticed that his internal qi is now significantly hotter than before. Alongside this, his mastery of the "Six-Phase Flowing Body Measure" has also improved considerably—though he still hasn't achieved full success in his cultivation, he has made substantial progress compared to when he first began. Upon entering the cave, Xiao Yan endured the waves of aching pain spreading throughout his body and immediately settled into a meditative posture, swiftly entering his state of cultivation. During this period of cultivation, he noticed that each time he practiced the "Six Harmonies Flowing Body Technique," his body's absorption capacity grew notably stronger—so strong that when the robust fire-energy flowed into him, he could faintly hear the cells, bones, meridians, muscles, and various organs within him emitting sounds reminiscent of hunger and thirst. Even though Xiao Yan possessed an equally outstanding talent for alchemy, he could not afford to look down upon the "Dan Assembly" that even the old Medic had once participated in—such a feat was no small matter. These very challenges now served as the strongest motivation driving Xiao Yan to endure his solitude and relentlessly strengthen himself. Only by obtaining the so-called "Three Thousand Yan Fire" could he hope to eliminate the magical toxins within his body and save both the old Medic and his father. As these thoughts passed through his mind, the weary gaze in Xiao Yan's eyes grew resolute. He slowly closed his eyes and continued his day after day of monotonous cultivation! During this period, that inexplicable sense of summons grew increasingly frequent, which left Xiao Yan quite puzzled. Now he was nearly certain that deep within the magma, there indeed existed some mysterious entity calling upon the fallen heart flame within his body. Yet, despite this certainty, Xiao Yan had not yet taken any decisive action. Though the magma world remained utterly still, Xiao Yan constantly sensed a faint undercurrent of danger. As a result, he had spent nearly all his time training within this region, fearing that any unforeseen incident might leave him unable to escape... "Boom!" A massive wave of molten lava crashed down in successive surges, finally resonating with a profound sound that echoed through the once-still space. Amidst the roaring waves, Xiao Yan, bare-chested, moved with serious concentration, his heavy staff dancing in intricate, mysterious patterns. Continuous shadows of the staff unfolded around him, forming a celestial network that completely enveloped his body. As the molten lava approached, it was subtly deflected by the subtle force embedded within the staff's movements before making contact—creating the visual effect of a vortex formed by the staff shadows. The cascading lava, upon touching this dense, impenetrable shield, was forcefully repelled. This seamless defense was truly admirable. Suddenly, Xiao Yan's eyes sharpened, and a soft exclamation burst from his lips. His staff halted abruptly. As the defensive shadow network began to dissipate, the staff trembled violently, and several faint after-images briefly emerged. "Splitting Flame!" The roar echoed across the molten world. Four immense flames, each stretching ten zhang in length, surged forth from the edge of the scale, intersecting like a somewhat crude net, blasting outward. The intense force unleashed at that instant tore through the molten wave before them, splitting it asunder. "Boom!" The molten streams cascaded down, splashing into countless ribbons, while a delicate emerald flame spread gently from Xiao Yan's body, deflecting and holding back the surges. Gazing at the boiling molten waves before him, Xiao Yan's eyes sparkled with delight. To have successfully manifested the "Six-Heaven Flowing Body Scale's" Splitting Flame meant he had achieved a modest level of mastery—a feat accomplished in less than a month. Such speed was truly remarkable, and even Xiao Yan himself had not anticipated it. Inhaling a deep breath of scorching air, Xiao Yan smiled and was about to return to his cave for rest when his face suddenly grew slightly pale. He then lowered his head, fixing his gaze intently on the molten sea that stretched endlessly beneath. Just moments ago, a call had risen once again from the depths of the magma—this time, far stronger than any previous one. "What lies down there?" Xiao Yan's eyes flickered with curiosity. "Why does the Fallen Heart Flame react so profoundly?" Ever since, he had been intrigued by this mysterious call, yet cautious enough to refrain from venturing too deeply. But today, something within him stirred—perhaps there was something unexpected waiting down below... This time, then, he would take the risk!