Long Fei knew far better than the Saintess Yaoji and the Great Monk about the might of these flames. After all, his wife possessed the Phoenix Physique, and he had witnessed the Phoenix Fire firsthand.
But this time was different. His Nascent Soul carried a Great Dao Injury that required the Phoenix True Flame for refinement.
Ordinary flames could not possibly ignite the Nascent Soul formed by condensed spiritual power.
"Phoenix Nirvana, rebirth through fire."
The Saintess Yaoji furrowed her brows tightly, seeing faint traces of an intricate method.
She hadn't expected Long Fei to dare use such an extreme approach to refine his Nascent Soul.
Being engulfed in raging flames—such torment was beyond what humans could endure.
Yet Long Fei said not a word as he endured the agony within the inferno.
Even Saintess Yaoji, one of the elite from the Ancient Dynasty, couldn't help but feel admiration rising in her heart. She had begun to see Long Fei in a different light.
