A Good Romance
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Four days, five days, six days passed, but there was no change in the mother gold.
What a terrifying fellow. Chaotic qi descended and resisted the flame energy, not losing at all.
Ling Han couldn't help but sigh. The mother gold was indeed amazing. It wasn't refined and was just a pure material, but it was already so amazing. No wonder it could sweep the world after merging with the power of the Ancestral Monarch.
One had to know that even the Great Emperors would grow old one day, but the mother gold wouldn't.
It was everlasting, immortal through myriad tribulations.
Ling Han wasn't in a hurry. According to Wu Qingxu, even in a land of extreme fire, the mother gold would need to be smelted for a full thirty-six days before there would be any change.
Wait.
More than ten days later, Ling Han's mouth was dry. Even with the protection of the water shield, he still felt extremely hot. It wasn't just on the physical level, but also on the spiritual level.
There seemed to be a flame planted in his sea of consciousness, spreading continuously until it formed a great fire and burned him to ashes.
Ling Han persevered. Secret power flowed continuously in his body, and the foundation of the Immortal Dao emitted an ancient desolate qi, suppressing the terrifying flame energy.
This was truly terrifying. Even though Ling Han was only trying to figure out the flame symbol, he was already drawing fire to himself.
Even so, Ling Han didn't stop.
As long as he could hold on, he wouldn't give up.
Twenty days, thirty days...
Ling Han was now dehydrated and shriveled. It was guaranteed that no one would be able to recognize him.
He was now completely a dried corpse. The only difference was that he still had one more breath.
He had some ideas.
He said in his heart, a faint smile on his lips. This flame symbol was too difficult to grasp. He had focused on studying it and finally made some progress.
Thirty-two days, thirty-five days, thirty-six days...
Ling Han discovered that the mother gold was finally showing signs of softening.
It didn't melt, just soften.
This was already the limit. Even the Heavenly Dao Flame couldn't truly melt the mother gold.
Ling Han's wisp of divine sense worked. It was protected by the chaotic qi and wasn't burned by the flame.
His divine sense operated and fused with the mother gold.
What kind of cultivation does he have? What right does he have to sacrifice a precious tool refined from mother gold?
There was only one way, and that was to fuse his soul with the Mother Gold. From then on, the Mother Gold would be like a part of his body, and it would naturally be easy to use it.
He used the Heavenly Dao Flame to burn for thirty-six days. There was only one goal, and that was to soften and loosen the Mother Gold. This way, his divine soul could be spread to every corner of the Mother Gold and perfectly fuse with it.
Fortunately, the mother gold did not have a life. Otherwise, such a powerful existence could crush his soul with just a slight thought.
Bit by bit, Ling Han calmed down and spread his soul.
At this point, he naturally did not have the energy to study the flame symbols anymore. In comparison, refining the Gold Source was definitely more important.
One day, two days, five days. Ling Han made some progress every day. The Heavenly Dao Flame was still burning. Although it was unable to refine the Mother Gold, it kept the Mother Gold in a slightly soft state, creating the conditions for Ling Han's divine soul to fuse with it.
Nine Heavens
Ling Han smiled. He had finally fused his Divine Sense with the Mother Gold.
Transform!
Ling Han held the Mother Gold left and right, and with the power of the Heavenly Dao Flame, he began to shape the Mother Gold.
What kind of artifact should the Mother Gold be forged into?
Ling Han considered many things.
For example, the sword, the king of weapons. One sword could cut the sky and dazzle the universe.
For example, the saber, extremely domineering, one saber could break the sky.
And the cauldron, the important artifact of the country. The wielder of the cauldron controlled the world.
However, Ling Han still preferred the tower.
After his rebirth, the first artifact was the Black Tower. It accompanied him for countless years, and he also had feelings for it.
The Black Tower belonged to the Heavenly Lord of Origin Birth, so he would forge a pagoda-shaped artifact that belonged to him.
It was decided.
In the fire pit, the Mother Gold was changing shape. The Heavenly Dao Flame could not melt it, but with the control of Ling Han's spirit, he could mold the Mother Gold.
There was no power in the world that could change the Mother Gold, apart from the Mother Gold itself.
The shape of a small tower appeared. Ling Han refined it further, and nine floors appeared on the body of the tower, which became more and more detailed.
As the Mother Gold, it naturally could not be so simple. Every floor of the tower formed an independent space, and was very large.
However, Ling Han's mental power was limited. After reaching a certain degree, he could not open it any further.
It was fine. His spirit had already fused with the Mother Gold, and as his spirit became stronger, he would naturally be able to continue opening spaces.
The purpose of coming here was to let his spirit fuse with the Mother Gold. This could only be done when the Heavenly Dao Flame had melted the Mother Gold until it was slightly soft.
"Come," Ling Han said easily, and the tower forged from the Mother Gold spun and flew towards him. It hung above his head, and Qi of Primal Chaos descended. Lightning intersected, and it was like a great weapon that carried out punishment on behalf of the heavens.
This Qi of Primal Chaos was extremely heavy, and could crush everything, while the power of lightning was unparalleled, and could destroy everything.
Of course, Ling Han's present strength was not enough, and he could only use a little bit of the power of the two. However, in the Foundation Building Tier, he should not be able to find an opponent.
Ling Han laughed heartily. A Foundation Building Tier cultivator already had the strongest treasure. Who in the world could compare?
Unfortunately, this was built by him, so it naturally could not have the power of a Sovereign Weapon. It only had endless growth and potential.
"In the future, you will be called the Chaotic Polaris Thunder Tower!"
Ling Han wanted to leave, but just as he lifted his foot, his heart moved, and he looked towards the fire pit.
Could he collect some flames?
Although he did not dare to touch the flames, didn't he still have the Chaotic Polaris Thunder Tower?
"Collect!" He took out the tower and went above the fire pit. With a thought, the space of the ninth floor of the tower opened, and it began to absorb the flames.
It really could be done!
Haha, this feels great.
However, after the Heavenly Dao Flame entered the space of the tower, it immediately dispersed from the flame symbol, as if it had shattered. It was originally only the size of a fist, but now it had become a sea of fire. As a result, although the space of the tower was very large, there was not much flames collected.
Not much, not much. Again.
Ling Han filled the entire space of the tower with Heavenly Dao Flame, or rather, Heavenly Dao Flame that was one level lower.
The Heavenly Dao Flame could burn Saints to death. If it was one level lower, it shouldn't be difficult to burn Supremacies to death, right?
Haha, how many Saints were there in the world?
Supremacies should be the strongest power in the universe. If he could burn even Supremacies to death, how awesome would his trump card be?
"If that old bastard is waiting for me outside, I'll burn him to death with fire."
Ling Han murmured and then strode out of the valley.
He didn't have much Connate Dao Water left. If he didn't leave, he would be burned to death here.
Putting away the Chaotic Polaris Thunder Tower, Ling Han flew away and quickly left the deepest part of the valley. The power of the flames had greatly decreased, and the consumption of the water shield had also slowed down.
"Brat, do you really think you can escape from me?" A faint voice rang out, and the old man in hemp appeared again.
Dragon Flame Supremacy
Ling Han was confident and naturally wasn't afraid. He retreated into the depths of the valley. In such a place of extreme fire, he could greatly weaken his opponent. Otherwise, he would die as soon as his opponent attacked, and he wouldn't even have the chance to take out the Heavenly Dao Flame.
"Old bastard, is there something wrong with you? Did I offend you?"
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