Xiao Yan's eyes glowed with warmth as he took the scroll etched with flame patterns from Xiao Xuan's hands. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly asked, "Ancestor, since the Heaven-Fire Three Supreme Transformations were created by you, did you also possess unique fires back then?" Xiao Xuan smiled and nodded, sighing, "Yes, I once had three unique fires. Unfortunately, during the final battle, I was forced to completely ignite and unleash all three of them..." Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyelids jumped involuntarily, struck by an uncontainable sense of awe. With Xiao Xuan's strength at that time, being compelled to fully ignite three unique fires must have been an incredibly perilous situation. Yet, what slightly puzzled Xiao Yan was that Xiao Xuan apparently did not possess the Burned-Resolution technique—how then could he have controlled three unique fires? "Heh, the cultivation technique you've been practicing is indeed quite strong. Although not the highest level I've ever seen, its growth potential is remarkably impressive. By drawing strength from consuming hetero-flames, you're essentially walking on the edge of a blade—this kind of technique is both perilous and powerful." As if sensing the thoughts in Xiao Yan's mind, Xiao Xuan smiled and added, "When I first controlled the three hetero-flames, I had to rely entirely on my own strength to hold them in check, without ever fully absorbing or refining them. For those who reach that stage, even the hetero-flames themselves become capable of being forcibly subdued." Xiao Yan nodded slightly. It made sense—Xiao Xuan had clearly employed the most direct and forceful method to manage the three hetero-flames. Given his own strength at the time, it was indeed not impossible for him to have successfully contained them. "The cultivation technique you've been practicing—though it may seem most suited to the Tian Fire San Xuan Bian—has, after being absorbed and refined through consumption, now been wielded with flawless mastery by you, with absolutely no resistance from the strange fires. Even back then, I myself could not achieve such complete command." Xiao Xuan smiled. "Since you now possess the complete version of the Tian Fire San Xuan Bian, take the time to observe it carefully. Make every effort to successfully cultivate the clan seal before you leave the Heavenly Tomb." Xiao Yan nodded silently, then turned to chat briefly with Xun'er before settling into a meditative posture, placing the scroll against his brow to absorb the vast amount of information contained within. Suddenly, Xiao Yan swiftly formed hand seals with both hands, fully activating Tianhuo Sanxuan Transformation within mere seconds. At the same time, the aura within his body surged dramatically. Scorching, turbulent ki raced swiftly through Xiao Yan’s body, gradually seeping out in waves of intense heat, eventually penetrating into his blood vessels. As this heat permeated, the blood flowing within the vessels suddenly accelerated. With his refined soul perception, Xiao Yan sensed an unusual force swiftly moving through the vessels—its destination clearly pointing to the center of his forehead. "When the unusual patterns reached their third stroke, a subtle sound suddenly emerged from Xiao Yan's body, and then those newly formed patterns gradually faded away. As the patterns vanished, Xiao Yan's eyes opened, his brows furrowed with confusion, clearly puzzled as to why the attempt had failed... 'The Xiao clan's ancestral seal consists of nine strokes. You only sketched three earlier,' said Xiao Xuan calmly. 'The final step of Tianhuo Sanxuan Transformation is to trace the ancestral seal. Although the seal has always resided within you, it must be activated. Tracing the seal requires immense qi and an exceptionally refined level of control. At present, your strength has only recently surged, and you have not yet achieved the level of mental command over your body.' 'Just three strokes consumed such a tremendous amount of energy—how could you dare activate the ancestral seal during combat against an opponent?' Xiao Yan chuckled with a touch of frustration. "As long as you activate the clan seal, you'll no longer need to expend such vast amounts of qi to draw it out—merely a mental shift will suffice to summon the seal. After all, the saying goes, 'the beginning of everything is always the hardest,' and activating the clan seal is precisely that most difficult step." Xiao Xuan smiled, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, go on. Drawing three strokes on your first attempt is already a commendable achievement. Focus your mind, control each stream of qi with precision, and only then will you be able to fully draw out the nine strokes." In response to Xiao Xuan's encouragement, Xiao Yan could only nod, casting a look of resignation toward Xun'er, who gently smiled, her expression both charming and helpless. "Ah...," he exhaled, quickly calming his thoughts, centering himself, and taking a moment to rest before resuming his training. "Heavenly Fire Triple Phoenix Transformation!" "... The difficulty of refining the clan seal far exceeded Xiao Yan's expectations. He had originally thought it would be a straightforward matter, something easily accomplished—yet it turned out to be far more challenging than anticipated. Though it appeared merely a few simple strokes, the demands placed on his qi control and coordination were exceptionally rigorous. Only now did Xiao Yan truly grasp the extent of his clan's misfortune when compared to ancient, elder-lineage clans, where members were directly bestowed with the seal by their elders. Fortunately, within the Heavenly Tomb, time still remained ample. Though progress had been slow, there was still hope for a complete success. Time, indeed, slipped away swiftly under Xiao Yan's persistent, painstaking efforts. While the practice was monotonous, the presence of Xun'er provided comfort, making the experience far from lonely. On occasion, Xiao Yan found himself recalling the ancient Qingyang and others who remained outside the tomb's monument. Yet, under Xiao Xuan's strict supervision, he had no opportunity to slack off at all." Under such monotonous cultivation, more than half a year seemed to pass in an instant... Seeing this scene, Xiao Xuan was instantly taken aback, his eyes flashing with astonishment: "Has this young one really decided to draw the ninth stroke at this very moment?" As Xiao Xuan was marveling at this development, the peculiar pattern emerging at the center of Xiao Yan's brow was slowly and steadily descending, following a firm, unbroken trajectory—without a single pause—exuding a sense of seamless, flowing grace. "This child truly is more surprising than expected..." Under Xiao Xuan's awe, the final stroke finally completed itself at a measured pace. And as the very last point of that stroke settled, a mysterious purple-red clan emblem instantly materialized upon Xiao Yan's forehead! "Hum!" At the very instant the emblem took form, the flow of blood within Xiao Yan's body suddenly accelerated, and a strange sound gradually traveled through his blood vessels and body, emanating outward. "Success...," hearing the resonant hum of the bloodline, a gleam of joy flickered in Xiao Xuan's eyes. "Ah..." As the clan seal took shape, the tightly closed eyes of Xiao Yan suddenly snapped open, and a vibrant purple-red glow surged within them. After a moment, the glow stabilized and became more fluid, and with a mere thought, the clan seal at the center of his forehead gradually faded beneath his skin. "Finally, it's fully activated," Xiao Yan exhaled deeply. Though the seal at his brow had vanished, he could now sense a strange, radiant energy glow floating just beneath it. With this seal, the Heavenly Fire Three Transformations would no longer need to be reactivated—merely by concentrating, the seal itself would transform into the most refined form of the secret technique! Standing up, Xiao Yan shook his body, listening to the crisp sounds emanating from his bones. A faint smile played on his lips. Over the past half-year of cultivation, not only had he successfully refined the clan's seal, but he had also regained his mastery over his ki, returning to the refined, seamless control he once possessed. Now, he could truly be called a peak-level Eight-Star Battle Sovereign. "It's been three years—shouldn't that be about right?" Feeling the significant difference from when he first entered the Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Yan slowly lifted his gaze toward the ancient hall's outer courtyard. Perhaps it was time to return.