Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chen Fan stepped forward, patted Tie Gu's thick arm, and said gently, "Clan Chief, since it's the High Priest's arrangement, I'll stay. The Holy City is a long way off, so be careful on your journey back with the brothers. Remember to water those Bloodthorn Vines in the herb field with clean water every day; don't neglect them."

Tie Gu looked at Chen Fan, a complex look flashing in his eyes, and finally could only reply in a muffled voice, "Okay, I understand. You kid... behave yourself in the Holy City and don't cause trouble."

"I understand." Chen Fan nodded with a smile.

After seeing off Tie Gu and his group, Chen Fan was settled in a corner of the altar.

At this moment, three other figures, at the high priest's signal, slowly walked onto the altar.

Those were three young men from the Skyfire tribe.

Two men and one woman, each exuding an extremely pure and fiery aura, their bodies covered in uniform, fiery red scales, and their long, symmetrical, curved horns with faint crimson runes flowing across them.

They were all peerless geniuses cultivated by the Tianhuo tribe, and their cultivation was all at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. One of them even showed signs of breaking through to the Golden Core stage.

"The High Priest, is this the person?"

A tall, somewhat arrogant young ancient demon walked to the altar, glanced at Chen Fan with disdain, and sneered, "A beast slave from a remote wasteland, with mixed bloodlines, what right does he have to comprehend the Crimson Emperor's relics with us?"

This man is named Chi Lie, the grandson of the Great Elder of the Tianhuo Tribe. He was born with a superior bloodline and has always been domineering in this holy city.

"Chi Lie, shut up."

The high priest gave him a cold look: "How dare you question the will of our ancestors? Since the icon has chosen him, he has the right to do so."

Chi Lie gritted his teeth in resentment, but faced with the High Priest's majesty, he could only glare at Chen Fan with some resentment and dared not say anything more.

The other two young ancient demons also looked at Chen Fan. The woman, named Chi Xuan, had a cold expression. She merely glanced at Chen Fan casually before looking away, as if looking at him any longer would be a waste of time.

Meanwhile, the other burly, silent young ancient demon looked at the bone sword at Chen Fan's waist with amusement, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Chen Fan was completely oblivious to these gazes, and simply sat quietly cross-legged beside a white bone pillar.

He was silently making plans in his mind.

"Of the four spots, three are geniuses from the Heavenly Fire Clan, and I am the only outsider... This inheritance is probably not that simple."

At this moment, the high priest walked to a stone platform in the very center of the altar.

On the stone platform sat an ancient bronze cauldron, entirely black and somewhat broken.

The bronze cauldron was small, no more than a foot tall, and its surface was covered with mottled green rust. But inside the cauldron, a small ball of golden flame was burning quietly.

The flame was extremely small, only the size of a lamp wick, yet it emitted a terrifyingly high temperature that made everyone present feel suffocated.

Relics of the Crimson Emperor, with an inextinguishable golden flame.

"This is the heirloom of my Skyfire tribe."

The high priest looked at the golden flame with a fervent reverence in his eyes, and then said to Chen Fan and the other three, "The so-called inheritance and enlightenment is that you sit around the bronze cauldron and integrate your own divine sense and bloodline power into this golden flame to comprehend the laws and concepts left by the Red Emperor ancestor."

During the process of enlightenment, you will resonate with the relics of your ancestors, and the sacred statue will bestow different grades of bloodline power according to the degree of your resonance.

The weaker the resonance, the less power descends, resulting in a silvery color, which is the worst.

If the relics of the Crimson Emperor can be made to glow with golden light, the holy statue will be granted a pure golden bloodline, which is considered intermediate.

If the Undying Golden Flame could be completely transformed into crimson, drawing down the crimson primordial bloodline from the Crimson Emperor's statue... that would be the best crimson inheritance that my Ancient Demon Clan would only receive once in ten thousand years!

At this point, the high priest's gaze swept over Chi Lie and the other two, his tone carrying a hint of expectation:

"In the past thousand years, only the clan chief and a few elders of my Heavenly Fire tribe have activated the golden inheritance in their youth. As for the best crimson inheritance... it has not appeared for five thousand years. The three of you are the best in our tribe. Do not disappoint me."

As for Chen Fan, the High Priest merely glanced at him casually, clearly not holding much hope for him.

For a wild boy from a remote tribe to manage to obtain a silver inheritance is already an incredible stroke of luck.

"High Priest, rest assured, your disciple will do his utmost to bring glory to the tribe!" Chi Lie stepped forward, glancing provocatively at Chi Xuan and the burly youth beside him. "Some people, don't fail to even obtain the Silver Inheritance and disgrace the main tribe."

"Chi Lie, mind your own business and don't embarrass yourself," Chi Xuan replied coldly, then walked directly to the north side of the bronze cauldron and sat down cross-legged.

The burly young man chuckled and sat down on the east side.

Chi Lie snorted somewhat angrily and took the spot on the south side.

Seeing this, Chen Fan didn't compete with them. He walked leisurely to the only empty seat on the west side, smoothed his robes, and sat down steadily.

"A pharmacist... right?"

After he sat down, Chi Lie looked at him coldly from the side and said in a low voice, "Wild boy from the wilderness, if you can't withstand the power of this golden flame when you're trying to comprehend it later, retreat early. Otherwise you'll die on the altar and defile the purity of the sacred image."

Chen Fan kept his eyes down, as if he hadn't heard him, and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

"You..." Chi Lie punched a cotton ball, feeling a bit suffocated. But the High Priest was watching from above, so he didn't dare to be presumptuous. He could only close his eyes with some resentment and begin to calm the blood in his body.

Chen Fan took a deep breath and focused his attention on the broken ancient bronze cauldron in front of him.

The golden "Undying Flame" danced quietly inside the cauldron, emanating a fire-elemental aura far more intense than any other strange fire he had ever seen in the human cultivation world.

"This flame... seems to contain some kind of power that is indistinguishable between immortal and demonic."

Chen Fan pondered to himself.

Now that we've arrived at the third level, the Demon Heart, this relic of the Crimson Emperor is most likely part of the barrier set up by the ancient demon Luo Sha.

But how can this so-called sense of identity be gleaned from these golden flames?

"Reflection, let's begin!"

With a clear shout from the high priest, the magic array above the altar suddenly lit up, and four gentle halos rose from the edge of the stone platform, firmly connecting Chen Fan and his companions to the ancient bronze cauldron in the center.

"boom!"

Almost the instant the connection was formed, Chen Fan felt the scene before him change drastically.

The volcano, the plaza, the high priest, and the three geniuses from the Skyfire Tribe beside him all vanished in an instant.

His consciousness was pulled into an endless sea of ​​golden fire.

All around him were scorching golden flames, containing a violent intent of destruction, which transformed into countless golden fire dragons, roaring as they rushed towards his consciousness.