There were countless mystical flames in the world, so many that even the Holy Lands could never hope to catalogue them all. Yet among the endless varieties, a few legendary flames were so famous that even low-tier cultivators knew their names. The top three were the Nirvana Sacred Fire, said to reverse life and death; the Sun Divine Fire, whose radiance drove away all evil beneath heaven; and the Vermilion Bird Sacred Fire, capable of burning all things in existence. For millennia, cultivators had debated which of these three flames deserved to be called supreme, and a consensus had never been reached.

To cultivators at Luo Chen's level, however, such arguments held little meaning. In their eyes, mystical flames were no different from spells or enchanted treasures. Their true power depended not on the flames themselves but on the person wielding them. The Withering-Flourishing True Fire was a perfect example. After years of nurturing and countless refinements fueled by demonic beast life force, its power had long since surpassed what it had once been in Incense Burning Valley. The Withering-Flourishing True Fire had just advanced to the fourth tier back then; now, it had reached the middle stages of the fourth tier. 

More importantly, it possessed an astonishing reserve of life force, a foundation that even Luo Chen found difficult to measure. Whenever he refined a living demonic beast, he only received a tenth of the extracted life force. The majority had always been devoured by the true fire itself. Yet that small portion alone had been sufficient to nurture his powerful fourth-tier physique. From that, it was easy to imagine just how titanic the fire's own foundation had become. 

Yet despite all that, Luo Chen was still shocked upon hearing the...