Half a month.
Passed in a flash.
One afternoon.
Zhao Jianji hurried toward the training room where Wu Dao was in seclusion. He wore a grim expression, as if something major had happened.
WHOOSH—
As he came within a hundred meters of the training room.
A sudden, unnatural wave of warmth washed over him, the heat visibly shimmering in the air. He could clearly see the plants and trees around the training room in the distance withering away.
'Is he trying to become a demon?!'
Zhao Jianji gulped and instinctively froze in his tracks. He didn't dare take another step forward.
The training room radiated heat like a fiery cage.
It felt as if a primordial flame demon was hiding inside a volcano!
The faint, searing, and violent aura of Qi and Blood made him tremble, feeling as if a giant hand had seized his heart!
He knew Wu Dao had been feverishly practicing some Cultivation Technique lately, though he didn't know which one.
But no matter what kind of technique it was...
