Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 644 - Capítulo 644: 644: I'm on Fire

Capítulo 644: Chapter 644: I’m on Fire

These flas are extrely magical; Fang Zhou couldn’t even use the gourd’s authority to remove them.

He could only put the Fire of Hope back into the sheepskin pouch, and only then did the flas transform into a blaze rising to the sky and disappear.

Fortunately, this was inside the gourd; otherwise, the Ancient Dragons would have surely seen it.

Obtaining the Fire of Hope is just the first step; next, he needs to deal with the Ancient Dragons, or else, in their attempt to retrieve the Fire of Hope, they might kill all humans in the world.

If he solves the Ancient Dragons, they will surely curse the Fire of Hope and the Fire Stealers, causing the Fire of Hope to be tainted by the curse.

Therefore, Fang Zhou must solve the matter of the Nine Yang Marrow Cleansing Pill before the Fire of Hope becos tainted.

The two brought the Fire of Hope to the garbage mountain in the gourd space, where there stood a bronze Alchemy Furnace over three ters high.

Through the furnace window, one could see three-colored flas burning inside, with countless pearl-like translucent pills piled up within, each about the size of a pinky nail.

These pills are semi-finished, or rather, ninety-percent finished, needing only the last ingredient to be completed.

Since Xiao Yan settled on Moon Viewing Peak, she had always hidden inside Fang Zhou’s gourd to refine elixirs, storing a large number of semi-finished products.

This furnace alone contains about fifty thousand elixirs; over six months, she refined at least a hundred furnaces, spending a fortune to produce nearly five million semi-finished Nine Yang Pills, all stored within the gourd space.

Xiao Yan practiced day after day, and after observing for a long ti, Fang Zhou also learned the alchemical techniques and processes.

Now, this furnace of elixirs is what he specifically prepared, with only the final step remaining to complete it.

He opened the sheepskin pouch, and a vast amount of fla reappeared from thin air, enveloping him and the Alchemy Furnace.

These flas are terrifying to others, and a mont of carelessness could reduce one to ashes.

But Fang Zhou wasn’t afraid; he directly ignored the surrounding flas and carefully drew out the Fire of Hope from the pouch.

This fla burned in his hand, yet he couldn’t feel any heat. With Fang Zhou’s observational skills, he could only discern that this was an ultra-high concentration energy aggregate; he couldn’t guess how powerful it actually was.

What needs to be done now is to put the Fire of Hope into the Alchemy Furnace, but Fang Zhou didn’t dare act recklessly, as it later needed to be given to Evelyn and Kelly to ensure no major historical changes occurred.

He cautiously enveloped it with his Divine Sense, preparing to separate a portion of the Fire of Hope.

Generally speaking, when imnse energy is compressed into such a small volu, it’s bound to be extrely unstable, with the slightest error potentially causing an explosion.

But the Fire of Hope was incredibly stable; Fang Zhou used his Divine Sense to slice off a small piece, and remarkably, it had no effect on its stability.

This small piece, like a tiny fla, fell onto Fang Zhou’s other palm and directly burrowed in.

“Damn, what’s happening?!”

Fang Zhou’s face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly stuffed the remaining Fire of Hope back into the sheepskin pouch.

Once this tiny fla entered Fang Zhou’s body, it imdiately began to burn along his ridians.

Fang Zhou quickly used True Qi to expel the flas, but as soon as his True Qi touched them, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

In an instant, the fla traveled through all of Fang Zhou’s ridians, setting his entire being on fire.

With a loud bang, flas spurted from Fang Zhou’s mouth, nose, and ears, turning him into a human torch.

Aya, who was watching nearby, was startled, “What’s wrong with you?”

While Fang Zhou was burning, his expression showed no pain but a peculiar look.

He raised a hand to gesture to Aya that he was fine.

Aya was bewildered, how could he be fine when he was entirely afla?

Fang Zhou was indeed all right; although the flas engulfed him, they caused no pain, rely a warm sensation akin to soaking in a hot spring.

The flas scorched his ridians, blood, and flesh, gradually turning them into a translucent vitreous substance.

Fang Zhou sensed his strength increasing rapidly; he opened his personal attributes, and shockingly they were rising at a rate of one point per second, including his Spiritual Attribute.

Fang Zhou imdiately realized his body was absorbing the power of the Fire of Hope.

The history of the Black Soul World was that the four Fire Stealers absorbed the power of the Fire of Hope, becoming the immortal Ember King.

Fang Zhou and Aya had already beco part of the Fire Stealers, naturally needing to personally experience this history.

Initially, he was pondering how to absorb the Fire of Hope’s power, being unexpectedly automatic in absorption.

Aya’s eyes widened as she nervously watched Fang Zhou, “Your body?!”

Fang Zhou looked down, discovering his exposed skin was turning transparent.

He directly took off the Mirage Dragon Robe, standing bare, not concerned as he and Aya were already like an old married couple; her seeing him completely was no big deal.

His entire body had been consud by flas into a vitreous translucence, reflecting dazzling colors in the light.

His Divine Soul also began to separate from his flesh, semi-translucent, burning with flas, resembling a humanoid fire pillar.

At this mont, Fang Zhou truly felt the power of the Fire of Hope as a Creation Holy Object—even the Divine Soul could be strengthened.

Aya looked on in shock, her eyes wide, lifting her head; the Divine Soul wasn’t usually visible, but now Fang Zhou’s Divine Soul was ignited, naturally appearing in Aya’s sight.

Yet she couldn’t discern the features of Fang Zhou’s Divine Soul, seeing only a humanoid fire pillar above his head.

Fang Zhou’s Divine Soul was still connected by a thread to his flesh, unable to fully depart, humorously appearing to stand in a single-legged crane stance on his head.

After a while, Fang Zhou seed to hear a snap, the connection between his Divine Soul and body severed by the Fire of Hope.

Fang Zhou felt himself uncontrollably floating upward, looking down to see his completely vitrified body still standing on the ground.

Fang Zhou was overjoyed—his Divine Soul’s detachnt from his body was a hallmark of the Divine Soul Realm. How long had he been cultivating in the Golden Core Realm, yet with the Fire of Hope’s assistance, he leaped directly into the Divine Soul Realm.

He flew into the air, his Divine Soul moving correspondingly with his thoughts.

Fang Zhou began soaring through the gourd space, and within the range covered by his Divine Sense, his Divine Soul could maneuver freely, reaching unimaginable speeds.

Usually, flying required effort to maintain bodily control, but now, it was as if he naturally mastered flight, moving at will.

After flying for a while, Fang Zhou’s Divine Soul returned to his body, and the flas within him finally burnt out.