Created by the Flame Emperor himself, even Heavenly Supremes praised it highly.
The first realm of the Emperor Flame Soul Refining Technique was called the Visualization Stage.
Cultivators would receive an Emperor Flame Visualization Diagram....though illusory, it possessed miraculous power to temper the soul.
By visualizing the majesty of the Emperor Flame day and night, one's spirit would gradually grow stronger and purer.
In truth, when it came to laying foundations, Zhou Yuan's Chaos God Grinding Visualization Method from the Yuan Realm was more balanced.
But given Xiao Yan's current limited soul power, being able to recall even his own technique was already quite impressive.
As for the Chaos God Grinding Visualization, who knew when he would remember it?
As that thought passed, the image of a magnificent lotus of fire bloomed in Xiao Yan's mind.
The lotus was stunning....hundreds of thousands of petals, each radiating a distinct hue.
Some looked similar, yet upon closer inspection, each carried a completely different aura.
The countless colors blended together into a breathtaking display of beauty, yet beneath that brilliance lurked a terrifying power that could make one's soul tremble.
This was the Emperor Flame.....the ultimate form condensed from countless flames he had collected across the ages.
It hovered quietly within endless chaos, the searing heat causing the very void around it to alternate between creation and destruction.
The Emperor Flame's might could burn even gods.
That phrase wasn't an exaggeration.
Xiao Yan had once truly incinerated a being comparable to a Supreme God with it.
That battle cemented his reputation as the Flame Emperor.....the unrivaled master of fire in his universe.
In the later stages of cultivation, he and the Emperor Flame had long become one.
The Emperor Flame was him, and he was the Emperor Flame.
Yet now, reborn anew, he could only strengthen his soul by visualizing… himself.
It was a strange feeling indeed.
As his soul focused on the Emperor Flame, the unbearable sensation of being scorched filled his consciousness.
To visualize the Emperor Flame was no simple matter.....the pain of one's soul burning was far worse than that of the flesh.
If one couldn't endure it, their soul could be consumed entirely by the overwhelming might of the flame.
Even in the Great Thousand World, many Supremes dared not attempt this art lightly.
But Xiao Yan, its creator, feared no such thing.
The agony of the flame searing his spirit was something he had long since become accustomed to....it was practically routine.
Inside the wooden basin, the jade-like liquid rippled softly.
The boy's face remained calm, while beside him, the old man's pale flame flickered in constant motion.
The night passed silently.
When the first rays of dawn filtered into the room, the boy slowly opened his eyes.
In the depths of his dark pupils, a faint, colorful flame seemed to flicker quietly.
After getting dressed, he noticed that Yao Lao had already placed four jade bottles on his bedside table before retreating back into the ring to rest.
"Two bottles of Foundation Building Divine Liquid, two bottles of Foundation Spirit Liquid. Not much, but it should be enough for a while."
Nodding in satisfaction, Xiao Yan carefully stored the bottles away, then lay down to rest.
With his current physique, he still couldn't go without sleep or food....proper rest was necessary.
As for the Foundation Spirit Liquid, there was no rush to sell it.
Refining all these pills overnight was already an astonishing feat; even for Ya Fei, it would be too shocking to reveal right away.
After about an hour of rest, Xiao Yan stretched lazily, leapt off the bed, and walked out toward the back mountain of the Xiao family estate.
Cultivation alone wasn't enough.....his body needed tempering too.
Otherwise, this mortal shell would remain too fragile.
Unfortunately, without Dou Qi, all his advanced body-forging methods were useless.
He could only rely on the most primitive brute-force training.
The entire morning, Xiao Yan busied himself preparing a training ground for his personal use.
After a quick lunch and waiting until the afternoon cooled slightly, he began his most basic...and most brutal...physical training.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
By dusk, as the moon rose, his entire body was covered in bruises.
His small face was smudged with dirt, but his eyes still shone brightly with determination.
"Young Master, the Patriarch requests your presence at the family banquet."
Returning to his hut, Xiao Yan saw an old servant waiting by the door.
"I understand."
He nodded, washed up briefly, and soon arrived at the grand dining hall.
The moment he pushed open the door, dozens of young boys and girls turned to look at him...along with his father, Xiao Zhan, and the elders seated nearby.
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