Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

"Mother Nuwa, have they... already started fighting?"

Seeing that the voices of Emperor Yan, Shennong, and Chiyou had all disappeared, Qin Le couldn't help but ask a question in a low voice.

"Yes, the fight has already started, and it's quite lively." The little clay figure Nuwa sat on Qin Le's head, swinging her little feet and nodding with a smile.

"...Then I'd better go and take care of the Imperial Fire matter first." Qin Le wisely decided not to ask any more questions.

When those big shots are sparring, it's best for someone as small as him to stay away. Asking even one more question could get him into trouble, so pretending not to know is the wisest choice.

"Go on, go on." The little clay figure Nuwa patted his head, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Those guys, none of them are easy to deal with. You'll understand in time."

"Okay." Qin Le didn't dare to delve deeper and obediently agreed.

With the protection of the little clay figure Nuwa, the terrifying heat wave around them was as if it were nothing.

Qin Le, protected by the Nuwa amulet, continued forward. It took him more than half an hour to finally reach the core area and see the true form of the Emperor's Fire.

It was a pure white fire lotus, about half a person's height, floating in mid-air.

It burned silently, its form perfect, yet it exuded an extreme pressure that made time and space tremble and distort.

If it weren't for the power of Nuwa protecting him, Qin Le had no doubt that he would have been completely vaporized, body and soul, the moment he saw it, leaving no trace.

"As expected of something left behind by a master, its level is too high." Qin Le sighed inwardly.

The Daoist principles contained in this white lotus are extremely profound, yet exceptionally pure—its core seems to contain only the most primordial flame.

However, the power derived from this pure flame also contains terrifying implications of the Great Dao, such as destruction, purification, and incineration of all things.

Even more remarkably, amidst this destructive tyranny, Qin Le vaguely sensed a glimmer of life—a rebirth, a nirvana, a rebirth after destruction.

These complex effects are merely byproducts of the natural radiation of the Emperor's Fire's power. The Emperor's Fire itself seems to be made from the purest flame.

This level of creation through fire is far beyond Qin Le's current comprehension.

Just like the fire in his dantian, the Chiyou forging hammer in Chen Yun's hand, and the Shennong alchemy furnace used by his mother, he could understand a part of it, but the most core mystery was still shrouded in mist.

Just then, the little clay figure of Nuwa above her head suddenly spoke, her tone relaxed: "Little Lele, put away this fire."

"Huh?" Qin Le was taken aback. "This... how do I accept it?"

This imperial fire is not as benevolent as the things left behind by the previous ones.

With his current strength, without Nuwa's protection, he couldn't even get close, let alone collect it. This fire lotus didn't look like something that could be gently refined.

"It's not difficult, just let it burn," the little clay figure Nuwa said casually.

Qin Le's lips twitched: "Mother Nuwa, if you let it burn... I'll die, won't I?"

He seriously suspected that perhaps he had been having too much luck lately, and Nuwa wanted to increase the difficulty of his trials.

However, he shouldn't die. No matter how much Nuwa tricked him, she wouldn't actually kill him.

"Enough with the nonsense, hurry up!" The little clay figure Nuwa chuckled and scolded, waving her little hand casually.

Qin Le suddenly felt an irresistible force enveloping his entire body, causing him to fly forward uncontrollably, crashing straight into the pure white fire lotus!

puff--

The moment they made contact, pure white flames erupted, completely engulfing Qin Le. His body, tempered by the power of the Great Dao, was like wax meeting a raging fire; it melted, vaporized, and vanished into nothingness in an instant.

As Nuwa threw the little clay figure out, she also turned off all the protective measures on his body, allowing him to face the Emperor's Fire in his purest form.

Strangely, Qin Le's clothes, storage ring, and other personal belongings remained intact, floating quietly in place.

After the pure white flames consumed Qin Le, they did not go out; instead, they burned even more fiercely, as if something within them was being continuously forged.

"Tsk, you really know how to pick your timing." The Flame Emperor's voice suddenly rang out around the flames, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Of course." The little clay figure Nuwa floated to the side, a smug look on her face that said, "I had this planned all along."

She was certainly not trying to harm Qin Le; on the contrary, she was helping him.

With Qin Le's current cultivation level, if he waits until he becomes stronger before undergoing the tempering of the Emperor Fire, his physical body and soul will be much stronger and will not be burned away instantly. Instead, he will have to endure a long and extreme pain.

Now, with this instantaneous return to nothingness and consciousness protected by the core of the Emperor's Fire, the pain is gone, leaving only the most essential tempering effect.

"However, why do you insist on making him take my Emperor Fire as well?" Emperor Yan asked, somewhat puzzled. "This kid follows the path of creation and time and space. My Emperor Fire is for conquest and destruction, so it doesn't seem to be of much use to him."

In Emperor Yan's view, Qin Le would have Chi You's fierce weapons at his disposal in the future, and he would have no shortage of killing and killing. The Emperor's Fire was more like icing on the cake for him than a necessity.

"It's always good to keep it for now." The little clay figure Nuwa smiled. "Besides, I think Xiao Lele will most likely need it in the future."

"Suit yourself." Emperor Yan didn't ask any more questions, but instead asked curiously, "Since you want him to put out the fire, why don't you just help him put it out? Why do you have to throw him in to 'roast' him?"

"Well," the little clay figure Nuwa blinked, and said seriously, "roasting it is good for your health."

"Fine, never mind I asked." The Emperor Yan's voice faded with a hint of amusement.

The little clay figure Nuwa stopped speaking and quietly watched the burning pure white flame.

Inside the flames, Qin Le's physical body and soul did not truly perish.

The Dao of Creation and the Dao of Life that he comprehended were undergoing incredible changes under the tempering of the Emperor's Fire, which contained the meaning of Nirvana—constantly being reborn from destruction. As soon as it took shape, it was purified and burned by the purest flames, and then it was reborn again...

The cycle repeats itself, and each new life is more solid and transparent than the last, containing a trace of imperceptible pure white fire.

"When will this fire ever end...?"

Within the core protected area of ​​the Emperor's Fire, Qin Le's consciousness was perfectly clear as he watched the cycle of destruction and rebirth of his physical body and soul outside.

Under normal circumstances, when the physical body and soul perish, consciousness should also dissipate.

But the Emperor's Fire strangely preserved his core consciousness, allowing him to clearly perceive the subtle enhancements brought about by each rebirth.

This feeling is somewhat like being tempered and refined by Nuwa with the hammer of the Great Dao, but the effect is more intense and more... thorough.

In the blink of an eye, six days have passed.

"Little Lele, that's enough, you can put the fire away now." Nuwa's voice entered Qin Le's consciousness directly.

At the same time, an extremely complex and profound method, pointing directly to the origin of flames, was imprinted into Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Le's consciousness was so immersed in it that it took him more than an hour to barely understand how it worked.

Then, following the method, he carefully imprinted a wisp of his divine consciousness toward the core origin of the Emperor Fire.

The original flame left behind by Emperor Yan is ownerless and has not yet developed sentience.

As long as one masters the correct method or possesses enough overwhelming power, one can subdue it. Qin Le's strength was clearly insufficient, but with the correct method, the process proceeded naturally.

The divine consciousness imprint successfully integrated into the core of the Emperor Fire.

In an instant, the blazing, pure white flames that seemed to burn everything suddenly paused, then subsided and stopped burning Qin Le's body and soul.

Qin Le's consciousness returned. His physical body and soul, which had just undergone their latest rebirth, were instantly regained under his control.

He opened his eyes, stretched out his palm, and a thought flickered in his mind.

The half-person-tall pure white fire lotus quickly shrank, turning into a tiny white spark that obediently floated into his palm. It then merged into his skin, sank along his meridians, and finally floated steadily in his dantian.

There, it burned quietly, facing the flickering flames on the other side, neither disturbing the other, yet together illuminating that space of Qi Sea containing infinite possibilities.