On the unnamed mountain peak, the fierce wind howled.
Standing against the wind atop a massive rock jutting from the cliff, Luo Yan, cloaked in a black cape, gazed down quietly at the battlefield below, resembling purgatory.
In the palm of his right hand, a cluster of black flame pulsed rhythmically, akin to a living heart.
That flame was no ordinary flame; enveloped in its center was a mythical seed, freshly formed.
To condense this seed, Luo Yan generously extracted 10% of the Power of Faith from his own Divine!
This power, amassed from the collective Desire Power, was enough to reshape a mortal's soul to heights equal to that of a Divine.
Yet, he made a decision that could astonish all the sages of the Academic State—
He did not use this seed to enhance his soul, but instead, whimsically merged it into the black flame, fused with Fire Element and Netherworld Power!
Undoubtedly, this was a bold gamble.
