The master is inhuman; he beat up his senior brother, destroyed the sect, and then left.

Chapter 81 A sudden spark ignites a new journey; brilliance shines amidst adversity.

Han Yi took the inner core and the beast fire one after the other, took a deep breath, and stared at the two objects in his hands with a solemn expression.

The atmosphere inside the cave was tense, with the faint light on the cave walls flickering erratically. Outside, the crashing of the ghost wolves continued unabated, the muffled sounds like a death knell, pushing everyone's nerves to the limit.

Han Yi knew that subduing the flames would be extremely difficult. With his current cultivation level, the process of subduing the beast fire would certainly be full of challenges and risks. However, in order for everyone to get out of their predicament, he had to take this step ahead of time.

Han Yi frowned slightly, pondering to himself, "Now that everyone is trapped here, if I cannot successfully subdue the beast fire, I will be unable to refine a finished Foundation Establishment Pill to enhance everyone's strength. In that case, I'm afraid none of us will be able to escape." His eyes revealed a hint of worry and determination, and he pursed his lips, as if secretly encouraging himself.

Han Yi frowned, looked around solemnly, clenched his fists, and looked at everyone seriously.

"I'll leave the Netherwolf outside the cave in your care. I plan to absorb the flame energy from its inner core first, and then try to subdue the beast fire. In the meantime, I ask that you all protect me."

His eyes revealed determination and expectation, as if conveying to everyone his resolve to break the deadlock.

Everyone present nodded, their expressions serious. Po Yue gripped his spiked club tightly and spoke loudly.

"Rest assured, young master, the Thirteen Heroes will protect you with their lives!"

Wang Weiwei remained silent, and dozens of fine needles quietly appeared in her hand, gleaming with a cold light.

After explaining everything, Han Yi walked a little further into the cave and sat cross-legged beside a clear spring. He slowly closed his eyes and held the Crimson Scale Flame Tiger's inner core in his palm. Then, he circulated his spiritual energy, carefully guiding the flame energy within the inner core into his meridians. As soon as the scorching energy entered his body, Han Yi felt a sharp pain, as if countless flames were burning through his 108 acupoints, then burning along his spiritual points, finally gathering and condensing in his dantian. Han Yi felt as if his dantian was about to be completely burned away by the scorching energy.

He gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead. With no way out, he had no choice but to persevere. If he couldn't even withstand the fiery energy within his inner core, there was no way he could subdue the even hotter beast fire.

As the fiery energy continued to surge in, Han Yi's body began to emit bursts of red light. His meridians, tempered by the flames, became even more resilient. However, the fiery energy within his inner core was extremely violent, constantly assaulting his body. Han Yi felt as if he were in a sea of ​​fire, unbearably hot. His face alternated between flushed and pale, revealing his pain. But with unwavering willpower, he continuously circulated the Zhu You technique and a small amount of law power to heal his body burned by the flames, and struggled to control the flow of the fiery energy.

Time ticked by, and Han Yi devoted himself entirely to absorbing the inner core. The Nether Wolves outside the cave continued to attack the entrance, but thanks to the protection of the group, they were temporarily unable to interfere with Han Yi. Three of the Thirteen Owls, whose cultivation was second only to Black Tiger, were half-step Foundation Establishment experts, guarding a distance of about two zhang from Han Yi, vigilantly watching the surrounding movements, ready to respond to any unexpected situations.

They were focused, gripping their weapons tightly, not daring to relax for a moment. Wang Weiwei stood about five zhang away, her eyes fixed on Han Yi, her hands unconsciously clenched, as if she were praying for him.

Finally, after enduring a long period of torment, Han Yi completely absorbed the flame energy from the Crimson Scale Flame Tiger's inner core. The moment this vast flame energy entered Han Yi's dantian, it was unified and refined into a purer flame power. Moreover, he repeatedly refined, purified, and compressed it until it was finally compressed into a wisp of flame primordial energy, which he then guided into his sea of ​​consciousness for nurturing.

Just as that wisp of flame essence merged into his sea of ​​consciousness, the red mark between Han Yi's brows flickered. Then, a miraculous scene unfolded: the stone that had been dormant in Han Yi's sea of ​​consciousness directly swallowed that wisp of flame essence. Han Yi, who could still clearly sense that wisp of flame essence in his sea of ​​consciousness, gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly what a useless piece of junk stone it was, not only that it was utterly useless, but it also intercepted the flame essence that he had painstakingly refined.

Just as Han Yi was cursing in his heart, he sensed a flame, many times stronger than the original flame, leaping out of the mysterious stone. It seemed to have a spirit and wandered around Han Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, just like a playful child.

A sudden thought flashed through Han Yi's mind, a bold idea instantly forming in his mind. He carefully guided his divine soul within his sea of ​​consciousness, the soul transforming into Han Yi's form and slowly approaching the mysterious little flame. The little flame seemed to sense something, flickering slightly, like a curious child peering out. Han Yi held his breath, concentrating intently as he gently released the power of his divine soul, attempting to communicate with the little flame.

At first, the small flame hesitated slightly, flickering with a faint light, as if cautiously considering its options. But as Han Yi continued to release his aura of kindness and gentleness, the small flame gradually ceased its resistance. It slowly approached Han Yi's soul, like a bewildered child, carrying a mixture of timidity and curiosity.

The moment Han Yi's soul touched the tiny flame, a wondrous feeling instantly spread throughout his body. The little flame obediently circled Han Yi's soul, as if it had found a solid support. It emitted a warm and gentle light, resonating with Han Yi's soul. Han Yi's face was filled with surprise and joy; he could clearly feel the powerful vitality of the little flame.

Han Yi, of course, was unaware that this seemingly insignificant little flame was actually the legendary True Fire. True Fire was one of the most powerful flames in the world. Its origin was exceptionally rare, possessing immense world-destroying power. True Fire was vastly different from ordinary flames; it contained pure and powerful energy, capable of incinerating everything in the world. In crafting weapons and alchemy, True Fire could play a tremendous role. Cultivators who possessed True Fire could move with ease and grace in many fields. For alchemists, the benefits were beyond description.

Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the small flame in his sea of ​​consciousness. He thought to himself, "This intelligent flame must be an extremely powerful being. With it, my future alchemy and cultivation will be much smoother." A confident smile slowly appeared on his face, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, as if he could already see his future full of infinite possibilities.

He muttered to himself, "Next is taming the beast fire!"

After a brief moment of adjustment, Han Yi turned his gaze to the beast fire radiating intense heat. He knew that subduing the beast fire was far more difficult than absorbing an inner core. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and began attempting to establish a connection with the beast fire.