Flame path: sun of ages

It was already the twelfth hour since Zeal's journey to the flame path. Zeal's movement had become relatively slower, and the blue cloud and sea of flame had become almost colorless like mirages. But Zeal continued his trekking; he could even vividly see some lightning sparks at what seemed to be the end of the blue flame. However, in the thirteenth hour, he stepped into another confusing quagmire. That's Because in front of Zeal was an incredibly dark flame, just like black coal. Many black butterflies floated around the path that looked like black coal terracotta land. They flew around—clustering and dispersing. Zeal had a morbid hunch about the things before him. He circulated the yang energy all his entire body. However, as he stepped into that path, Zeal felt his feet eroding at a faster pace; he wailed fearfully and uncontrollably. He was just so close to dying that he ran away. Zeal immediately transferred enormous yin energy to his feet.

"Ahh, it was only my virile imagination; my feet still exist." Zeal exhaled. Zeal believed he would have lost his legs if he hadn't possessed those supreme bones. At the same time, his rapid regeneration art was an ultimate art that operated by itself—all Zeal's nine-heaven divine sutras could do the same. However, another unique thing that helped Zeal was the mountainous regenerative pills he had eaten and the pure heavenly aura Sou Long fed him. All these combos helped Zeal overcome that indifferent destructive black fire that looked like a black dead swamp.

Zeal circulated much Yin energy to his body; he controlled it to protrude a meter out of his body. The Yin energy looked like a cold black air swirling around Zeal playfully. The Yin vitality and the pure heavenly energy seamlessly combined and supported Karl Zeal. Still, the black flame speedily depleted the yin energy replenished by the yin-yang sutra and Zeal's brain power. Zeal spent most of his precious uneventful time infusing more energy into his entire body. At this moment, Zeal thought: "Perhaps, what the old thing is trying to teach me is perfect energy control." Zeal confirmed. He was always a level-headed and clever little boy; it didn't take much effort to decipher the main reason for the training.

A few minutes later, Zeal saw black path fading with black and white lightning. He concluded that he had approached the end. Of course, no one should take that progress lightly because it was actually extra difficult than mentioned: from one point to another. On his path to energy mastery, Zeal actually suffered on many occasions; he had to reach the perfect control of the tiniest atom.

"Soul-eyes ultimate." Zeal activated the maximum performance of his spiritual eyes. Although he was using it all the way, there was nothing special about these black flames. Karl Zeal thought something had to be wrong. Was the fire restricting his spiritual vision? However, something unique happened after Zeal poured considerable strength into his spiritual eyes. Zeal noticed he could perceive the severity and lightness of the black fire path in front of him; he could discern the potential danger and ambiance of the place. Therefore with the threat he perceived, he could flawlessly induce the right amount of energy support to prevent ignorant death. Zeal beamed.

Instantly, Zeal induced the Yin energy to protrude more than two meters. As Zeal entered the path, the white and black lightning roared endlessly; they combined with the black still flame and actively corroded the Yin energy like a cankerworm. It was already the fifteenth hour; Zeal had been trekking for so long. He knew Sou Long wanted him to spend two days in this fire and ice location. And Sou Long divided the time evenly. So seeing that he wasted the thicking effort of time, Zeal decided to increase his stride. So in the next five hours, Zeal crossed the black flame path; however, before him was something ineffably fearful; the whole scene plunged him into the chaos of fear because he hadn't calculated such an outcome. It was a golden fire. The entire place looked like a paradise of beauty, dazzling in golden light. However, Zeal advised himself to be cautious. Why would he hasten himself to the grave now?

"I dare not place my feet under the shadow of this holocaust before it burns me to nothing." Zeal said, eyes trembling; cold fear froze him. Karl Zeal thought this golden flame transcended any form of reason. Even with all his effort, could he deter it? Zeal interrogated himself sincerely. However, something insane happened at this moment. The shadow of the golden flame began to heat up and irritatingly burn Zeal's Soul-eyes. Zeal could hear and see his eyes burning like a slowly shredding sheet. Zeal insanely wailed as he ran around; it was like he was looking for something to cool the eyes. Although the Soul-eyes weren't part of Zeal's physical body constituency, they connected to Zeal's soul. So when the supreme golden flame burnt it, Zeal felt the fire eroding his soul, so he immediately started to recite the mantra for soul strength. In addition, he poured a massive amount of yin energy into his soul and his entire physical body. This time the yin energy appeared superimposed in Zeal's soul and physical body. The yin energy protruded four meters from his body and soul. This time, the Soul-eyes began to heal massively.

After Zeal took care of those death emergencies, he stepped forward, but still cautiously. Regardless, entering the golden fire path, the supreme golden fire began to speedily gorge his jutted yin energy like a bottomless swallowing pit. Zeal gingerly induced more yin energy; he was scared to die. Zeal believed that once the hungry beast of the super golden fire finished with the yin energy, no one would save him. He walked faster out of the golden path without any tint of regretted hesitation. "All that glitter is not gold." Zeal muttered as he rushed forward with willingness. In any case, Zeal didn't even have the time to joggle, and he believed at this point that talking, walking, and energy circulation was precisely the same as multitasking. He wanted to focus all his attention on continuously producing yin energy. Karl Zeal prayed that he didn't run out of it because he knew it would be his death if he did.

At this moment, Zeal had become exhausted because of the massive employment of powerful techniques. And not to mention the enormous release of Yin energy; Zeal became starkly strained; his face was deadly pale, and his breathing faster than the shooting star; it was so unbelievably fast. However, it wasn't only because of the strain of the power—Zeal was actually terrified. He knew that only a thin line separated him from death. Regardless, it was already twenty hours, and his yin energy had become unstable and inconsistent like an amateurishly painted work. But at this moment, Zeal noticed that the golden flame path before him flickered with golden lightning. The reaction was so beautiful; it felt like heaven's garden, where there were mixtures of colorful plant flowers with powerful sweet scents. However, Zeal advised himself that all that glittered wasn't gold. That place could actually be the same as the wicked heavenly tribulation. He breathed in and calmed himself.

Zeal cautiously approached the place; he didn't dare be presumptive with his Soul-eyes. Karl Zeal thought that losing the eyes once was enough warning for him. Trying it the second time would actually be a millennium of stupidity. He charged all the last drop of yin energy. However, when Zeal got there, he noticed the place felt like life. Yes, the direct opposite of death. Karl Zeal felt everything could come to life with that energy; it felt warm and inexplicably wonderful. Zeal couldn't explain that feeling with exact mushy words. But he knew what he felt. Also, the light seemed to have recognized Zeal. Although the place had the same aura as the sun, Zeal didn't feel any burnt. Perhaps, it was because he had already incorporated the sun and moon's energy.

"It is the yang energy—the sun's energy. But it's flowing inside of me."

Zeal walked with a shaky feeling as the pure life energy of the sun baptized him a new. It totally cleaned Zeal's energy system. All the fatigue and his wound began to heal. At this moment, Zeal sat with his legs crossed. He formed many hand gestures and began to recite the mantra of the Yin-yang energy. He felt serene, and everything felt sedate and lifeless. The yin-yang symbol came out again. This time the Yin energy remained still and weak. However, the yang energy became more lively as it circled around him. Zeal continued to mutter.

Swallow the gust of wind; life is calm.

Swallow the heaven; all become turbulence.

Swallow the star; companions to the sun of life; dimensions to the cities of life—all is life; who is vaster.

Swallow the sun; take all the darkness to light. I am the sun of ages!

As Zeal began to recite faster and faster, the white yang energy began to shine bright with so many light colors. It swelled generously with the gorging yang energy. The place became more blindly white that no one could see anything except white. But when the light faded, Zeal exhaled lightly. Below him blinked the symbolism of yin-yang energy. Zeal stood up and walked out. Soon he came to a river; he saw a canoe. The canoe looked old and life-tired. It looked like it would disappoint anyone that trusted it. But Zeal didn't mind; he pushed the canoe inside the cold foggy river. When he felt like drowning due to his height, he hopped on and used the paddle to move the canoe.