In the tranquil chamber, where sandalwood incense drifted gently, the air felt unusually dry and scorching. The intense heat spread outward, distorting the space slightly, giving the room a sense of ethereal, almost unreal stillness. On the stone bed within, Xiao Yan sat with his legs crossed, eyes closed. Waves of terrifying heat radiated from his body, and faintly, silvery-white flames surged from his pores, spiraling around and enveloping his entire form. Xiao Yan's face remained serene, unmarked by any change—unaware of the transformations unfolding around him. His mind had now fully immersed in the peculiar fusion of the inner fire within him. Devouring and refining the Bone Spirit Cold Flame—perhaps due to the fact that Xiao Yan now commands three distinct heterofires—this refinement proved less difficult than he had anticipated. Under the intense forging of the Three Thousand Lotus Heart Flame, the Bone Spirit Cold Flame subtly showed signs of integration. Though this process was exceedingly gradual, it proceeded smoothly without any unforeseen or difficult fluctuations. At this pace, provided no unforeseen incidents arise, Xiao Yan is confident that within a month he will successfully fuse the Bone, Spirit, and Cold Fire. At that point, his body will harbor four distinct heterofires—an event so extraordinary that it would surely cause many powerful beings to go pale with astonishment. For ordinary individuals, securing even one heterofire is considered a great fortune. To possess four? That is truly beyond belief. Beyond the rarity of heterofires themselves, even if one were to find them, few would dare to simultaneously absorb four such fires, each brimming with destructive power. Such an act would be no different from swallowing several bombs whole—an act that, in the eyes of many, amounts to courted self-destruction. Yet, for Xiao Yan, who wields the Burned Technique, this very feat—once deemed impossible—has become a solid foundation that propels him toward peak strength. … As Xiao Yan's refinement process gradually stabilized, the temperature within the still room steadily rose. Eventually, the slowly burning sandalwood incense hissed and turned to ash, drifting down. Under such intense heat, even ordinary Douzong强者 could not remain for long—the turbulent energy filling the air, if inhaled, would cause their internal Dou Qi to surge violently. With the passage of time, the aura emanating from Xiao Yan's body grew stronger and stronger, waves of vast Dou Qi spreading out like the rolling tide of an ocean, even producing a gentle, rhythmic sound. As the Bone Spirit's cold flame gradually fused with the three-thousand-lotus-heart flame, the immense energy within was refined through cultivation, transforming into the most pure form of combat energy and flowing steadily into Xiao Yan's meridians, continuously elevating his vital essence... The stone bed also melted nearly halfway under this intense heat, yet the figure seated at its center, Xiao Yan, still showed no signs of awakening. His breathing remained steady, and the scorching air—so potent that a normal person would instantly turn to ash—flowed in like two great dragons, steadily and continuously through his nostrils. Within the courtyard stood a stone pavilion, inside which three figures stood, their eyes fixed steadily upon the closed stone gate at the far end of the courtyard. "Nearly a month now...and still no sign of Xiao Yan?" Lan Yan gazed at the gate, her brows slightly furrowed, speaking softly. Yun Yun shook her head slightly, saying, "Don't worry. With his current abilities, he shouldn't be in any danger. It's quite common for a Supreme Battle Sovereign to enter meditation for several months or even half a year." Yet though she said this, a subtle concern lingered in her expression. If it were merely a routine meditation retreat, she would have been entirely at ease. But since Xiao Yan entered the meditation chamber, the energy radiating from within has grown increasingly intense and turbulent—like a volcano steadily building up pressure, ready to erupt. Such a buildup stirred a sense of unease. And naturally, this development had also drawn the attention of several senior elders of the Huazong. Though they said nothing, Yun Yun could sense that they were equally concerned. Having witnessed Xiao Yan's astonishing fire lotus display, they truly feared he might cause another unprecedented catastrophe—this time, one that would reduce the entire Huazong to ruins. "Ah, this man never lets me rest..." murmuring with a sigh, Yun Yun gently rubbed her temples. Over these days, she had spent countless words soothing the elders' anxieties. But such a state couldn't last indefinitely—within the stillness, the energy was growing increasingly turbulent, and soon even the Grand Elder would likely have to intervene. Compared to the two's concerns, Qinglin lounged lazily against the pavilion railing, her slender waist curving into a graceful arc, exuding a quiet, elegant charm. Naturally endowed with heterochromatic eyes, she could sense Xiao Yan's current state and thus didn't need to worry unnecessarily. "It seems today will be just as usual... Well, let's go then." After waiting for over an hour, Yun Yun glanced at the sky and rose with a sigh. "What's wrong?" Nalan Yanran nodded in agreement, just as she turned to leave, when suddenly a strong vibration surged beneath her feet, causing her to stagger slightly. She quickly steadied herself against a nearby stone pillar, her delicate face now filled with astonishment. “It’s coming from the still chamber…” Yun Yun also halted, pausing to sense the atmosphere, and instantly turned her gaze toward the still chamber. Having received the teachings of the Flower Elder, her strength had been rapidly growing. At the very moment the vibration reached her, she clearly sensed an intense surge of energy erupting within the chamber, which had remained so quiet for so long. “Perhaps it’s time to emerge…” she murmured softly, speaking in a low tone. “The disturbance seems rather strong—let’s step away first.” As she finished speaking, Yun Yun lightly stepped off the ground, her body soaring into the air. Qing Lin and Nalan Yanran followed suit, rising into the sky. From there, they saw a column of extremely hot smoke rising steadily from the top of the chamber. “Boom!” As the three of them had just ascended, the top of the still chamber suddenly exploded, spewing out a thick wave of scorching mist that rapidly raised the temperature of the sky and earth. The stillness of the chamber shattered, and a vast, previously dormant aura—had been quietly building for a month—began to seep out slowly. Suddenly, a clear, resonant roar erupted from within the chamber, surging skyward! Embedded within the roar was an exceptionally powerful aura of combat energy, causing the sound to reverberate like thunder across the heavens, spreading to every corner of the Flower Sect. Under this booming roar, figures from across the sect began to emerge, standing atop the sky, their eyes wide with astonishment, fixed upon the direction of the sound. Among those with keen perception, the initial shock swiftly transformed into profound amazement. "Is this Xiao Yan? His aura—why has it intensified so dramatically?" "The strength of this aura appears to have reached the peak of the four-star level. What has he taken—some rare elixir or medicinal herb? In just one month, he has surged to such an extraordinary level!" "Feeling the strength of this aura, many elders of the Flower Sect couldn't help but take a deep, refreshing breath. This pace of growth is truly astonishing—two stars of advancement! Under normal circumstances, it would take a decade of steady cultivation to achieve such progress. Yet here, Xiao Yan has accomplished it within just one month." "No wonder he's one of Yao Chen's disciples. Indeed, he's no ordinary disciple." At a lofty vantage point in the sky, the Grand Elder of the Flower Sect, the white-haired matron, nodded slightly, murmuring to herself. The roar of the wind was like thunder, yet eventually it would fade. However, precisely as that roar began to subside, thick, dense clouds surged upward from the azure sky, causing fierce winds to howl continuously across the heavens. This sudden development left everyone stunned, their faces filled with bewilderment. "Unusual celestial phenomena..." The Huazong Grand Elder was also momentarily stunned by this sight. After a brief pause, as if recalling something, his gaze sharply shifted toward the location of the quiet chamber, and a look of profound disbelief finally spread across his eyes. "This... is a celestial-level cultivation technique manifesting itself?"