Chapter 118

Inside the cultivation chamber, Ye Hun had been sitting cross-legged for about a week. A giant hand, flickering like a dark, indistinct flame, hovered above his head. As time passed, the hand appeared to become increasingly substantial. Ye Hun separated the hands he had been resting against his abdomen, and the giant dark-flame hand above his head instantly condensed onto his palms. His hands were suddenly engulfed in black flames, radiating a soul-stirring aura. At this moment, Ye Hun opened his eyes. He looked at the black flames burning on his hands and smiled.