Xiao Yan fixed his gaze on the three slender flames held between his fingers. After a moment, he lifted his head and offered a sincere smile of apology to Lin Yan at the ship's prow, saying, "The remaining time will likely still need you to operate the spatial vessel. My cultivation technique still requires one final step." Hearing this, Lin Yan nodded warmly, saying, "It's nothing. Just focus on your cultivation, and as long as nothing goes wrong. Also, we should have about ten more days until we reach the end of the wormhole. Before we exit, you'll need to awaken once more—there will be some turbulence upon departure, which will certainly disrupt your progress." Xiao Yan smiled gently, shifting his gaze back to the three small flames, his expression gradually growing serious. Whether or not he could successfully master the "Nourish Flame Technique" would depend entirely on whether he could continue to summon the Destroying Flame Lotus—his most powerful technique. If that failed, the loss would indeed be significant. "Fusing…" With a soft exhalation, Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes, and the three slender beast-flames at his fingertips shot inward with a sudden rush. His mind settled deep within his body, where the jade-green flame glowed. The three small beast-flames drifted freely throughout the flame, yet whenever they approached the L琉璃 Lotus Heart Flame, they would instantly retreat, startled—like common subjects before a king, deeply respectful and afraid. Xiao Yan focused his mind intently on these three beast-flames, which had been painstakingly refined over twenty days of uninterrupted vigilance. After a long while, he finally made up his mind and issued a command from within. As the command flowed out, an invisible force surged forth, grasping the three beast-flames tightly and then forcefully colliding them together. "Boom!" When the three beast flames collided, mutual resistance surged forth, sending out a wave of tri-colored fire. However, upon encountering the tightly enveloping emerald flames surrounding them, this wave gradually subsided under the defense of the Lapis Lotus Heart Fire. Xiao Yan paid no heed to this sudden outburst of flame. With a mere mental effort, he forcefully amalgamated the three strands of beast fire into a single entity. The three flames were now compressed together, their resistance intensifying dramatically. The once calm surface of the flames began to boil, rising with countless tiny bubbles, as if about to explode. Despite this dramatic transformation, Xiao Yan remained utterly composed. When he first created the Buddha's Wrath Lotus Fire, the scene had truly been awe-inspiring—any slight misstep would have cost him his life in the fusion of the unusual flames. Compared to that, the current convergence of these three beast flames was merely a child's play. Though it might seem like a basic step, it was indeed an essential phase in refining the Flame Technique, so Xiao Yan naturally had to give it his all. Drawing on his experience from the previous time he had successfully integrated the heterogenous flames, this time he did not appear hurried or overwhelmed. His soul energy surged in swiftly, penetrating and blending seamlessly into the flames. As soon as his soul energy entered the flames, he immediately sensed the intense turbulence—much like the agitation preceding a volcanic eruption. The three flames resisted each other, and every molecular collision intensified the turbulence, making an eruption seem inevitable. Feeling this volcanic buildup within the flames, Xiao Yan's heart grew steadily more serious. With a subtle mental effort, the outer layer of green flame suddenly contracted, and as it did so, the pressure within it surged dramatically. With the rapid surge of the compressive force, the turbulent energy within the flames multiplied exponentially, poised to erupt at any moment. Yet Xiao Yan still showed no sign of easing the pressure. Yet although they had successfully withstood the force of the flame explosion, this fusion seemed rather unsuccessful. Within the emerald flame, the three main streams of fire had entirely vanished, leaving only three exceedingly fine sparks scattered throughout. These three clusters of sparks were so delicate that they flickered constantly, as if they would extinguish with the slightest breeze. At this moment, the three tendrils of flame seemed to have lost the wildness hidden within the beast's fire, now drifting gently—like candlelight. Gazing at these flames, which would easily extinguish with a single breath, Xiao Yan felt a quiet relief settle in his heart. A soft chuckle escaped him, and with a subtle shift of his mind, the three tendrils began to sway and touch one another. This time, their contact did not trigger the intense reaction seen earlier. Under the quiet guidance of Xiao Yan's soul energy, the flames gently merged, and under the specially crafted, subtle pressure he had established externally, the flame molecules within each tendril began to fuse. This subtle indication, though exceedingly faint, was nonetheless detected by Xiao Yan's soul power, prompting a surge of delight within him. He then stabilized his spirit, maintaining that specific pressure and gradually merging the three streams of flame one by one. This fusion was no mere matter of a single day—it required a refined skill, demanding sustained, stable pressure over an extended period, as well as complete mastery of the soul power over every subtle shift within the flames. Yet, with Xiao Yan's capabilities, these steps were largely executed flawlessly, all that remained was the passage of time. ... As Xiao Yan immersed himself in the process of fusing the three beast flames, day after day passed. In a matter of moments, nearly nine days had elapsed. Meanwhile, after nearly twenty-nine days of journeying, the spatial vessel was drawing ever closer to the end of the wormhole. Lin Yan sat at the helm, naturally channeling a stream of combat energy into the vessel, then rubbed his forehead. A faint sense of weariness radiated from his face—though the consumption of combat energy had not been substantial, the mental strain of continuous operation over nearly a month had been considerable. "There's just one more day until we can exit the wormhole—how come he's still not recovered?" Lin Yan glanced at Xiao Yan in the cabin, then at the surrounding space ships, all of which seemed especially excited as they approached their destination. He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling as though he had been serving as Xiao Yan's ship's captain for the past month. "When we exit the spatial wormhole, there will be intense spatial fluctuations. Xiao Yan will definitely be disrupted then. If those disturbances cause his internal qi to become unstable, that would be no small matter." After a moment of thoughtful silence, Lin Yan sighed lightly. "Well, if he hasn't woken up by the time we exit the wormhole, I'll have to forcibly awaken him." With his decision settled, Lin Yan quickly rallied his focus, steering the space ship at a steady pace, and swiftly glided toward the end of the spatial wormhole. Though only one day had passed, it felt much longer. Throughout this time, Xiao Yan still showed no signs of waking up, which began to make Lin Yan increasingly impatient. He could clearly sense that the spatial energy around them was growing denser—clearly, they were drawing closer to the wormhole's exit. Gazing far ahead, a circular glow shimmering with a silvery hue became visible. Lin Yan turned to glance at Xiao Yan inside the cabin, then, after a deep breath, stood up and hurried toward him. As he stepped into the cabin, he swiftly raised his hand to tap Xiao Yan's shoulder. Yet, just as his palm was about to make contact, a surge of emerald flame erupted from within Xiao Yan's body, blazing out like lightning and sweeping directly toward Lin Yan. At this sight, Lin Yan's face paled—he could feel the immense energy contained within the emerald flame. He immediately shifted his stance, quickly deploying his awkward, clumsy movements to deflect the flame. Just as he had managed to evade the flame and was about to exhale in relief, a sudden warm breeze surged against his back. Startled, he turned, only to see an emerald flame rapidly expanding within his field of vision. So close—despite the unusual way of movement that aided Lin Yan, he still couldn't dodge the flame. He could only watch helplessly as the stream of green fire shot directly toward his body. "Steady!" Fortunately, just as the green flame was about to reach Lin Yan's body, a soft voice suddenly rang out from within the cabin. Instantly, the flame paused, though its intense heat still caused a burning sensation on Lin Yan's back. He promptly jumped back. After stepping aside, Lin Yan glanced at the green flame with a sense of lingering apprehension before turning his gaze to Xiao Xiang, who had opened his eyes at some point. He sighed, shaking his head with a wry smile, "You finally woke up, didn't you?" Xiao Yan nodded warmly to Lin Yan, extended his hand to absorb the emerald flame within, and gently rubbed his fingers—thereupon, a pale, bone-white flame burst forth softly. This pale flame, the result of the successful fusion of three beast flames, would become the seed of the next generation of "Hua Sheng Fire." Xiao Yan's ability to unleash the Flame Lotus of Destruction would ultimately depend on this small flame. With a satisfied gaze lingering on the pale flame, he absorbed it back into his body, then stood up and stepped out of the cabin, his eyes turning toward the vast, luminous silver circle in the distance, where a gentle smile spread across his face.