Before him lay a sea of fire.
It appeared no different from any other fire—at least, not to Jiang Chen’s eyes. The moment he stepped into it, a wave of heat swept through his entire being, piercing deep into his soul. His soul began to tremble. The heat radiated from the very core of his consciousness, a burning sensation so agonizing it made him wish for death. For a fleeting second, he considered turning back, but he forced himself to hold on. He knew this was a tempering of his Dao heart, a refinement of his willpower. A stronger Dao heart and a firmer will would inevitably lead to a stronger soul—an essential foundation for his future cultivation.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward, enduring the searing pain from within. His physical body and his soul had long since merged into one. Because the flames of this place targeted the soul specifically, an ordinary cultivator might remain unscathed physically, but because Jiang Chen’s soul was suffering, his body was ravaged alongside it. In an instant, he was covered in wounds.
Chapter 1745