I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

The Nine Yang Divine Fire within the Fire Pool is extremely deadly to cultivators of Lin Feng's level.

Even though this blazing spirit, as a congenital sword embryo, can help Lin Feng temper his body, the prerequisite is that Lin Feng's current physical strength must be able to withstand the terrifying temperature of this blazing flame.

Given Lin Feng's current physical strength, this is simply impossible.

The reason Lin Feng was able to break through his physical limits with the help of the Nine Yang Divine Fire was not only due to his own willpower, but also, and most importantly, the help of the little Pixiu.

This little Pixiu is a divine beast born in the primordial world; flames cannot harm it, and it can even use its power to heal Lin Feng's injuries.

This allowed Lin Feng to persevere through the pain.

Now, having entered the fire pit again, Lin Feng was in unbearable pain and could only quickly open his storage bag and urgently call for help.

"Little guy! Help me!"

Having learned from previous experience, the little Pixiu acted quickly, immediately climbing onto Lin Feng and beginning to heal him.

On one hand, the Nine Yang Divine Fire was constantly scorching Lin Feng, while on the other hand, the little Pixiu was constantly helping Lin Feng heal his injuries.

This cycle of suffering caused Lin Feng immense pain, but as long as he could survive, he had no choice but to endure it.

"Huff! Huff!"

After catching his breath, Lin Feng finally calmed down and looked down at the ley lines that connected to the fire pool.

The reason this fire pool burns continuously is because it is connected to the earth veins of Chongyang Valley.

Endless spiritual energy, like a never-ending source of fuel, surged forth.

What Lin Feng needs to do now is go against the current.

They could then drill into the earth's veins through the fire pool and escape using the veins.

The spiritual pressure contained within the earth's veins is far beyond what the Nine Yang Divine Fire of this fire pool can compare to. If Lin Feng were to flow against the current, the pain his body would endure would likely double.

He wasn't even sure if he would survive.

But he had no other choice; if he could endure this pain, he could live.

If they couldn't resist and fell into the hands of the people at Xuanqing Temple, they would probably suffer even more torture.

Left with no other choice, Lin Feng gritted his teeth and muttered something.

"I hope my old bones can still hold up."

"Little guy, you need to step up your game too. Whether these old bones of mine can live or not depends on you."

The little Pixiu stared wide-eyed, meticulously treating Lin Feng's injuries.

Without further hesitation, Lin Feng, carrying the little Pixiu, plunged into the earth's veins.

Outside the fire pit, the people of Xuanqing Temple were closely observing Lin Feng's movements.

When they saw Lin Feng slowly sinking into the depths of the fire pool, they didn't think there was anything wrong with it, because Lin Feng's aura was still there, proving that Lin Feng was not dead. They not only didn't think Lin Feng was going to run away, but they were also amazed by the abilities Lin Feng had shown.

"This old man's cultivation is only at the second level of Foundation Establishment, yet he can survive within the Nine Yang Divine Flame!"

"Is this some kind of secret technique? Or is it just that old man's innate talent?"

The leading elder was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"We'll ask the old man all we want when he comes out."

A group of people waited by the fire pit. After a long time, Lin Feng did not come out. Although Lin Feng's aura was still there, it was getting farther and farther away and weaker and weaker.

The group exchanged glances, all filled with confusion.

"Why is the aura getting farther and farther away?"

"Should we get him out first, just in case?"

The leading elder realized what was happening.

"Oh no! We've fallen for their trap!"

The group could sense that Lin Feng's aura, though weak, was not dead, but it was getting further and further away. There was only one possibility: Lin Feng had escaped using the earth's veins.

"The spiritual pressure of the earth's ley lines is something even we can't withstand, yet he dares to flow against the current!"

The leading elder swallowed hard, becoming even more certain that the secrets Lin Feng possessed were of great value, and immediately urged him on.

"Go after them right away!"

"He can't have gone far! We must bring him back to you!"

The others dared not slack off and all withdrew. Not only did they search on their own, but they also mobilized their disciples to conduct a frantic search centered on Chongyang Valley, like scouring mountains and seas.

After Lin Feng entered the earth's veins, the pressure he was under was almost at its limit. If it weren't for the little Pixiu helping him withstand some of the pressure, he would have been crushed into mincemeat by now.

However, although he was still alive, he had great difficulty walking and moved very slowly.

What makes Lin Feng feel most desperate is that if he tries to break through the earth veins to get out now, the huge spiritual pressure that leaks out will definitely attract the attention of Xuanqing Temple.

Once discovered, Lin Feng will still face certain death.

Sure enough, before Lin Feng could even run out, the shouts of the elders of Xuanqing Temple, driven by powerful spiritual energy, penetrated the ground and reached deep into the earth's veins, reaching Lin Feng's ears.

"Lin Feng! Where do you think you can run to?!"

"The entire Chongyang Valley is under our blockade. As long as you're alive, we will definitely find you!"

"You like to hide in the ley lines, then stay hidden. I want to see how long you can keep it up."

Just as the people of Xuanqing Temple had guessed, even with the help of the little Pixiu, Lin Feng probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

His cultivation level couldn't withstand the spiritual pressure of the earth's veins.

"It's over. Hiding means death, and going out means death too."

"Am I really going to die here today?"

Lin Feng's heart was filled with despair and resentment, but what could he do in the face of such a situation, given his inferior cultivation?

"Ugh."

Lin Feng let out a long sigh. Although he was unwilling, he had already made up his mind to be buried in the earth's veins forever.

It's better than going out to suffer the torment at Xuanqing Temple; at least he can be laid to rest in peace.

He looked down at the little Pixiu lying on him, and weakly stroked its fur.

Even under the scorching heat of divine fire and the spiritual pressure of the earth's veins, this little Pixiu showed no discomfort whatsoever.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a primordial spirit beast.

"Little one, this old man is going to die here today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to absorb spiritual energy for you anymore."

"You, go."

The little Pixiu stared wide-eyed, raised its head, and their eyes met. Lin Feng actually saw a trace of reluctance in the little Pixiu's eyes.

Then, the little Pixiu let out a cry, pointed its not-so-sharp claws to the right, and kept calling out.

"Eeya! Eeya!"

With a sense of doubt, Lin Feng looked in the direction the little Pixiu pointed and saw that there was a faint black light shining through the earth veins.

"This is?"

Lin Feng was quite surprised and moved over with difficulty.

"This...is it a ghost?"

"How is this possible? This is deep within the earth's veins, how could there be any evil spirits here?"

The black, malevolent energy spread and dispersed throughout the earth's veins, like the roots of a large tree.

They came from nowhere, and they went nowhere.