This step could no longer be crossed by mere accumulation of energy. It required a thorough enlightenment of one’s own “Dao”, a deeper resonance with the laws of heaven and earth, and a critical opportunity for transformation akin to breaking out of a cocoon to become a butterfly.
Yet even so, Chen Ping’s strength had undergone a heaven-shaking change at this moment.
His chaotic immortal power had surged in total volume by several times over, and its quality had reached an inconceivable level.
As the immortal power circulated, chaotic flames faintly rose, carrying both the domineering might to incinerate all things and the vitality to nurture all things, while also bearing a supreme aura that commanded all fires under heaven.
He even felt that a casual strike of his immortal power could rival the full-force attack of an ordinary early-stage Heavenly Immortal cultivator.
His physical body, thoroughly cleansed inside and out by the chaotic Dao fire, had completely undergone a rebirth.
Beneath his skin, chaotic jade light faintly flowed. His bones were crystalline like chaotic crystal, his blood carried faint golden hues and fiery colours as it coursed through him, and his five viscera and six bowels had been tempered like divine metal, forming their own cycle, brimming with vitality.
Relying on his physical body alone, he no longer feared the magical treasure bombardments of ordinary mid-stage Heavenly Immortal cultivators.
His divine soul had received unprecedented growth and sublimation.
The range of his divine sense was sufficient to cover a radius of a thousand miles.
His perception was acute enough to “hear” the breathing of flames, “see” the veins of spiritual energy, and “touch” the threads of laws.
As thoughts turned in his mind, countless inspirations regarding flame divine abilities and chaotic derivations burst forth, as if a single thought could give birth to ten thousand techniques.
Most importantly was his mastery over the “Chaotic Fire Dao”.
The chaotic fire lotus above his head, now fully condensed and slowly rotating, was not only the manifestation of his origin power but also the embryonic form of a “natal Dao artefact” with boundless potential.
With a thought, the fire lotus could spew chaotic true fire to burn mountains and boil seas. It could evolve a myriad-fire barrier with peerless defence. It could assist him in comprehending fire laws and accelerate his cultivation.
It could even faintly produce a deeper resonance and control over this Li Fire secret realm.
Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes. In his pupils, a vision of chaos parting and myriad fires rising and perishing flashed briefly before returning to profound calm.
With a slight movement of his mind, the chaotic fire lotus above his head transformed into a stream of light, entering his dantian and floating within the sea of chaotic immortal power, becoming the new core of his strength.
He surveyed this inherited void still flowing with endless flame runes, then solemnly bowed towards the central chaotic light source.
The chaotic light source flickered slightly, as if in response. Its radiance gradually converged, finally transforming into a fist-sized crystal that was neither gold nor jade, its surface flowing with chaotic flame patterns. It slowly flew into Chen Ping’s hand.
The crystal felt warm to the touch yet weighed like a mountain. Within it seemed sealed a miniature sea of chaotic fire. This was both the inheritance token and the key to controlling part of the core authority of this Li Fire secret realm.
Chen Ping stored it away.
He knew that the inheritance here was complete.
It was time to leave and see the situation outside.
However, just as he prepared to follow his original path out of the crystal tower, a faint yet exceptionally sharp warning, like an ice needle piercing his newly stabilised and strengthened divine soul, struck him.
It did not come from within the secret realm, but from the distant outside world, in the direction of the Xuantian Sword Sect.
Immediately afterwards, the extremely concealed strand of chaotic immortal power mark he had left on Ling Shuang for locating her in necessary times transmitted violent fluctuations and a clear crisis signal.
At the same time, the sword-shaped messaging jade talisman given by Ling Yunzi at his waist vibrated madly and grew hot, nearly on the verge of exploding.
Chen Ping’s expression darkened abruptly.
His divine sense instantly passed through the crystal tower, sweeping towards the entrance of the secret realm.
He saw Ling Shuang with unstable aura and anxious expression, speaking into the messaging jade talisman. Lie Tian, Shi Yan, Ying Wu, and the others had gathered around her, their faces grave.
What had happened? Something had gone wrong at the Xuantian Sword Sect?
And judging by the situation, it was no small matter.
Chen Ping’s figure flickered, instantly vanishing from within the crystal tower.
