“Chaotic source fire… supreme fire origin…” Chen Ping murmured, repeating these two terms. In the depths of his eyes, a barely perceptible gleam flashed.
Within his body, the long-dormant origin space actually trembled slightly on its own.
A faint yet incomparably pure scorching sensation, seemingly originating from the very beginning of heaven and earth opening, quietly spread out. It produced a profound and mysterious resonance with the secret realm’s fire spiritual qi touching his pores.
This feeling was familiar yet strange, as if dormant bloodline was being awakened.
On the surface, Chen Ping remained impassive. He nodded slightly to Ling Yan. “Many thanks to Sword Venerable for your frank disclosure. Chen has noted it.”
In the following days, everyone enjoyed unprecedented peace and recovery in this safe oasis delineated by Chen Ping’s divine power.
The pure and mild fire spiritual qi of the secret realm, combined with the nourishment from that miraculous spiritual spring, along with the pills Chen Ping provided and his occasional guidance of pure immortal power through the meridians of the seriously injured, produced healing effects nothing short of miraculous.
The ferocious wound on Lie Tian’s chest, still tainted with lingering demonic qi erosion, healed, scabbed, and flaked off at a visible speed, revealing new flesh.
His pale complexion gradually regained colour. His weakened aura grew stronger day by day. His damaged meridians, under the dual nourishment of mild fire spirits and life essence qi, repaired slowly yet steadily.
He even felt that, after this ordeal and tempering in the secret realm environment, his cultivation bottleneck, stagnant for years, showed faint signs of loosening.
Ling Shuang’s recovery speed was even more astonishing.
She already cultivated a top-tier fire technique, perfectly suited to this environment.
After sitting quietly by the spiritual spring for three days, not only were her internal injuries fully healed, but her sword heart, previously somewhat dimmed from forcibly activating the sword art,
under the cleansing of pure fire spiritual qi and the intangible nourishment from Chen Ping’s mysterious dao charm, became even more transparent and condensed. Her cultivation faintly trended towards further advancement.
Her feelings towards Chen Ping also quietly shifted from initial disdain to shock and awe, adding a trace of complex, indefinable curiosity and attention that even she herself had not yet clarified.
Shi Yan and Ying Wu’s injuries were not the most severe to begin with. They recovered quickest and were soon moving normally, becoming capable assistants to Lie Tian in managing the group.
Most other Ten Thousand Beasts Sect disciples also stabilised their injuries. Lower-cultivation disciples even turned misfortune into fortune. Cultivating in such a blessed land, their progress was several times faster than in the outside world.
During these days, Chen Ping appeared to wander casually through the secret realm.
He did not rush towards the core area Ling Yan had warned against. Instead, he explored gradually outward from the edges of the safe zone, carefully sensing every pulse of this flame origin world.
He stepped across a slowly flowing stream of solar true fire gleaming with golden light. The scorching water automatically parted at his toes, forming two docile fire currents that flowed around him, as if welcoming a sovereign.
He climbed a short mountain entirely composed of core flame jade. At the summit, the eternally dancing flame shaped like a vermilion bird
actually separated a thin wisp of fire on its own initiative. It drifted to his palm, intimately brushing his fingers, then transformed into pure fire spirit and merged into his body, nourishing his chaotic immortal power.
He tried approaching a group of fire spirits playing in a forest of flame mushrooms. These little beings with nascent intelligence not only did not flee but curiously gathered around him, emitting faint, pleasant sounds like wind chimes swaying, as if communicating with him.
He even observed from afar a magma giant ten zhang tall sleeping in the distance. At its heart position, a flame core constantly shifting colours pulsed regularly, its fluctuations faintly harmonising with some deeper rhythm of the entire secret realm.
All this was seen by Ling Yan, who had always kept a strand of divine sense on him. The shock and doubt in his heart grew wildly like weeds.
He became increasingly certain that Chen Ping was no ordinary Human Immortal cultivator.
His affinity and command over flames had exceeded the scope of exceptional talent or possessing strange treasures. It was more like a resonance and high-rank suppression originating from the very essence of life.
“Within his body… could he truly harbour some seed of ‘supreme fire origin’? How else to explain the intimacy of myriad fires?”
Waves rose in Ling Yan’s heart. A bold and thrilling thought emerged. “Could it be… he truly has some connection to eldest senior brother, or even to Master?”
On this day, Chen Ping’s wandering finally brought him to the deepest part of the secret realm, the edge of the area Ling Yan had sternly warned against as an absolute forbidden zone.
The scene before him caused even the well-experienced Chen Ping to hold his breath slightly.
This place seemed the heart of the entire flame world, or perhaps its wound.
No longer relatively orderly flame mountains, rivers, and streams, but a vast, boundless “chaotic fire sea” composed entirely of the most primitive and violent divine fires.
The fire sea stretched endlessly. As far as the eye could see, only boiling, surging fierce flames.
Crimson “heaven-incinerating fierce fire” roared like dragons, burning black traces into space wherever it passed.
Golden “solar essence fire” dazzled brilliantly, yet carried extreme temperature that purified and annihilated everything.
Purple “purple cloud thunder fire” writhed like serpents, crackling and exploding, emitting a destructive aura like heavenly punishment.
Pale white “bone spirit cold fire” burned silently, bone-piercingly cold yet capable of freezing souls.
There was even pitch-black “void devouring flame” like ink, seemingly swallowing all light, heat, and matter, forming dangerous vortices in the fire sea…
Countless terrifying flames, seen only in legends or existing merely in theory, intertwined, collided, fused, and annihilated here in a chaotic yet seemingly following some deeper law.
Explosive roars, whistling howls, crackles, hisses… all sounds mixed into a violent symphony of destruction.
