Chapter 322: Won't they fight inside the dantian?

At the foot of the volcano.

On the Spirit Stone mountain.

Zhang Xingyu sat cross-legged.

He wanted to use the starfire here to refine his spiritual root.

Although he really wanted to cultivate in the volcano's core, when he saw the questioning look in Huoxing Tongzi's eyes, he dismissed that unrealistic thought.

With a flip of his palm, a deep red starfire appeared in his palm.

The Heaven-grade spirit fire, Profound Extreme Sky Fire.

It was precisely this top-tier spirit fire of the Xuantiandalu that was nurtured by the starfire ejected after the collapse of the Drought Demon.

After obtaining this starfire containing the spirit fire, Zhang Xingyu had secretly speculated.

Perhaps that Drought Demon was merely a vessel used by some great figure to cultivate the Profound Extreme Sky Fire.

With a thought from Zhang Xingyu, the Fire Spirit Classic began to circulate within his body.

Between his ten fingers, ten strands of spiritual aura as thin as hair shot out, repeatedly wrapping around the fingernail-sized starfire.

A surging energy came from within the starfire, and the scorching high temperature instantly burned through the wrapping strands of spiritual aura.

Zhang Xingyu did not lose heart.

He had long anticipated this scene in his heart.

Using low-grade spiritual aura to refine a high-grade spirit fire—such a feat of the weak consuming the strong would naturally not be smooth sailing.

However, the spirit fire was, after all, not large, while he had an abundance of spiritual aura.

If the quality isn't enough, make up for it with quantity.

Zhang Xingyu believed that with the help of the spirit stones, he would definitely be able to swallow this spirit fire.

One layer, two layers, three layers...

Once, twice, three times...

Repeatedly wrapping, repeatedly being burned through.

Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment and activated the Fire Spirit Dance Manual.

The spiritual aura was repeatedly compressed and then transformed into tiny phoenixes that pounced toward the starfire.

An hour later, the starfire was tightly wrapped by the phoenixes.

Zhang Xingyu opened his mouth and slowly swallowed the starfire wrapped in spiritual aura.

The starfire entered his belly.

The scorching high temperature felt as if it were going to set Zhang Xingyu on fire.

Wherever the starfire passed, his meridians were destroyed.

His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched tight, and his face twisted.

The burning pain penetrated deep into his soul; even the Divine Infant above his Divine Sea had to clench its teeth.

Zhang Xingyu struggled to stay conscious, using his spiritual aura to slowly sink the starfire into his dantian.

As soon as the starfire entered the dantian, the Nascent Soul, which had been waiting there, spat out streams of fiery red spirit liquid.

These spirit liquids were like magma, instantly coating the starfire in a layer.

Puchi, puchi.

On the surface of the starfire, the spirit liquid jumped incessantly like boiling water.

In the dantian, the spiritual aura was instantly drained dry.

Zhang Xingyu could not care about repairing his injuries and hurriedly activated the Creation Manual.

In an instant, a huge vortex of spiritual power enveloped him.

The fiery red spirit stones beneath him rapidly turned white, petrified, shattered, and became powder.

It is unknown how much time passed, but the spirit stones beneath him were all completely wasted.

Inside the dantian, the boiling starfire finally calmed down.

A peculiar heat slowly radiated from within the starfire.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul moved its fingers like flying, and a pale red spiritual root as thin as a hair was extracted from the bottom of the dantian.

The Nascent Soul pinched its fingers and recited a mantra, guiding that peculiar heat to slowly merge into the spiritual root.

The spiritual root gradually turned red and gradually grew thicker.

By the time the starfire cooled and the heat dissipated, the Profound Extreme Sky Fire inside the starfire had disappeared.

The Nascent Soul stopped its hand movements.

At this very moment, the Nascent Soul was exhausted, and even its size had shrunk by a circle.

In front of it, a bright red spiritual root as thick as a chopstick was floating.

The Nascent Soul rested for a while and pinched its fingers again.

The spiritual root slowly sank to the bottom of the dantian.

The Nascent Soul closed its eyes and fell asleep.

At the same time, at the foot of the volcano.

The exhausted Zhang Xingyu also collapsed onto the ground.

Huchi! Huchi!

Thunderous snoring sounded.

Huoxing Tongzi sat boredly on a flame.

He closed his lips, pursed his little mouth, and imitated Zhang Xingyu's snoring.

Strings of sparks flew out from his nostrils, making a crackling sound in the air, just like firecrackers going off.

Huoxing Tongzi immediately became interested.

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle.

On the Huoyuan, the snoring and laughter rose and fell, like an extremely discordant piece of music being played.

Zhang Xingyu slept on the Huoyuan for three days.

Three days later, the bored Huoxing Tongzi pushed him awake.

"Zhang Xingyu, why is the snoring I make different from your sound?" Huoxing Tongzi asked.

"Snoring?" Zhang Xingyu was puzzled.

"Yes. Snoring. It's like this." Huoxing Tongzi closed his mouth, pursed his lips, and two strings of sparks shot out from his nostrils.

Zhang Xingyu was speechless. The little guy's way of snoring was truly special.

There was no other way; Zhang Xingyu decided to have Huoxing Tongzi whistle instead.

Compared to snoring, whistling was more suitable for him.

After a while, Huoxing Tongzi happily played with whistling.

Sharp whistling sounds accompanied by crackling firecracker sounds rang in Zhang Xingyu's ears.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head. This Huoxing Tongzi's whistling was truly special.

If there were a festival celebration, one should invite him to help out and save money on fireworks and firecrackers.

Taking advantage of the time Huoxing Tongzi was whistling, Zhang Xingyu sank his divine sense into his dantian.

In the dantian, the Nascent Soul had already woken up.

It stretched out its little hand and beckoned gently, and a bright red spiritual root as thick as a chopstick emerged from the bottom of the dantian.

Not bad, not bad.

Zhang Xingyu nodded with satisfaction.

Judging from the quality, his spiritual root seemed to have reached the Earth-grade middle rank.

A spiritual root of this grade could already be considered top-tier goods.

In the Xuantiandalu, Heaven-grade spiritual roots are hard to encounter in a thousand years, Earth-grade spiritual roots are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, and Profound-grade and Yellow-grade spiritual roots are the norm. Even for some True Monarchs of immortal sects, their spiritual roots are merely Earth-grade.

Compared to those immortal sect prodigies like Chu Kuangge and Wang Yu, his spiritual root was no worse than theirs. It was just that his Nascent Soul was a bit too weak.

The Huoyuan was an excellent place to practice fire-attribute cultivation techniques.

Why not cultivate here? If he could use the rich fire spiritual power of the Huoyuan and the powerful efficacy of the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cauldron to raise his Nascent Soul's grade by one or two levels, then he would be someone who could walk sideways in the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect in the future.

Thinking of it, he did it.

Zhang Xingyu dragged Huoxing Tongzi and climbed up the volcano.

"Little Huo, I am going to cultivate a peerless technique. Later, you help me guard."

Huoxing Tongzi nodded in confusion.

Volcano, core.

Zhang Xingyu sat cross-legged.

The palm-sized Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cauldron floated in front of him.

Magma surged beneath him, and earth fire burned fiercely around him.

Huoxing Tongzi sat beside him, whistling softly.

Sparks constantly flew out from the corners of the child's mouth, making popping sounds in the earth fire.

Zhang Xingyu closed his eyes, held his breath, and opened his mouth.

The thumb-sized Nascent Soul flew out of his mouth.

The Nascent Soul flew to the center of the immortal cauldron and sat cross-legged.

The nine golden dragons spat out fierce flames to envelop it.

Under the scorching of the flames, the Nascent Soul's body slowly shrank.

At the same time, the spiritual aura within Zhang Xingyu's body slowly circulated.

This time, the route of circulation was very different from the Fire Spirit Classic.

This route was the spiritual aura circulation route recorded in the Departing Fire True Classic, the town-sect immortal technique of the Three Flavors Divine Palace.

This route was much, much more complex than the one in the Fire Spirit Classic.

The Fire Spirit Classic's cultivation route had only a single path, while the Departing Fire True Classic's circulation route had a full one hundred and eight paths.

Zhang Xingyu urged the spiritual aura to slowly advance along the technique's route.

Along the way, he opened paths through mountains and built bridges over water.

A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine barriers were broken through, and the spiritual aura converged again at the dantian.

One cycle was finally completed.

A bright red, scorching spiritual aura flew out from his mouth and went straight into the Nascent Soul's mouth and nose.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul had already shrunk by half.

Nourished by this mouthful of spiritual aura, its body grew a bit larger again.

Fifty years later, Zhang Xingyu woke up from his cultivation.

For fifty years, he had re-cultivated using the Departing Fire True Classic technique.

From Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core, from Golden Core to Nascent Soul.

At this moment, two thumb-sized Nascent Souls were sitting cross-legged in his dantian.

Zhang Xingyu was both happy and apprehensive.

Departing Fire Dual Nascent Souls, they looked very powerful.

However, wouldn't they fight inside the dantian? ===== CHAPTER 323 =====