Old Ground, Old Acquaintances, Old Stories (2)

'It's too difficult. I just want freedom and survival. Why is it so difficult?'

As the Diamond Sect's ancestor felt increasingly indignant, determination flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. He lifted his right hand and performed a series of hand seals. Immediately, flames rose and enveloped the iron stick.

He wanted to burn the iron stick and refine it.

The Diamond Sect's ancestor was shocked.

"Master, I…"

"I'll give you an opportunity. Bear with it," Xu Qing said in a low voice. He performed a series of hand seals with both hands and the twelve nascent souls opened their eyes at the same time and spat out their life fire.

The five life lanterns also manifested and enhanced the fire.

In an instant, under the wails of the Diamond Sect's ancestor, the iron stick that had fused with his two lightning tribulations began to melt, gradually turning into molten iron.

This molten iron was actually the main body of the Diamond Sect's ancestor.