"Don't wait anymore, he's probably already dead.
He's been punished by the Divine Spirit, the spirit wants him to perish in flames.
Waiting is in vain."
Yet Zhenyan Xue remained unmoved; she went nowhere, just silently keeping vigil in front of the dilapidated little stone house, waiting... for the moment her beloved returns.
...
...
A month later...
In front of the Black Market Ghost Realm, Li Yuan had been sitting for a long time.
He neither ate nor drank, yet showed signs of life.
Flames ignited every part of his body, yet didn't consume him entirely, maintaining a continuous state, similar to the eternal fire of the Zhenyan Clan...
The fire burned without needing fuel, nor did it burn anything.
But if food was placed over it to roast, it would cook quickly; if steel was forged upon it, it would swiftly become molten iron...
The fire on Li Yuan's body was akin to this.
Moreover, these flames formed an egg-like shape, enveloping Li Yuan as if nurturing something.
