Underground in a certain city, Western Plains
The space was dimly lit by green flames that burnt from the sides of the wall. At the centre of the space was a large obsidian altar measuring twenty metres by thirty metres.
Before the altar stood a tall man with long silk-like black hair that reached his waist. His complexion was as pure as jade and his expressionless face bore eyes with emerald green pupils.
Sitting on his shoulder was a miniature man the height of a regular pencil.
This man was Lin Feng and he was wearing his normal appearance.
Above the obsidian palace floated a severed arm as thick as an average man's waist. The arm was initially a shiny black but now, it was completely covered with blood.
The formation around the obsidian altar prevented the choking aura of blood path to spread through the space.
Lin Feng activated a certain formation and streams of blood rose from the edges of the obsidian altar, pouring into the arm as it grew.
At a certain time, pink and crimson Vermillion True Flames set ablaze on the arm for a long time before dying out.
Lin Feng and the mini man watched in silence.
The blood that covered the arm dissipated and the arm grew a shoulder joint. The formation shined as the aura from the body part pressured it.
Lin Feng's expressionless face showed signs of exhaustion as he smiled bitterly: "Reverend Divine Prime Jade's method of creating avatars is quite expensive. I have used the Mystical Flame of the Vermillion Bird Race and collected the true blood of over fifteen thousand martial practitioners yet the arm still has a long way to go"
The miniature man shook his head and said: "It is natural for the method to seem expensive to you. During the Ancient Antiquity Era, Reverend Divine Prime Jade held invincible battle strength. Creating thousands of avatars was like breathing to him. Don't worry though, from my main body's memories, Devil Lord Edu Shashou should attack Chang Court in eighteen months' time. That should provide enough true blood for your avatar"
"Your main body? You mean Reverend Spectral Demon?" Lin Feng was surprised.
"Hmm. Although he died an era ago, he made enough deductions to peer into the future of this era" The miniature man replied.
"I understand"
…..
Lu Zheng stood above a sea of pink flames. The sea of pink flames was naturally the Sea of Nirvana and Lu Zheng had dived into it times without number.
Unhesitantly, Lu Zheng dived into the sea, bracing himself for the pain to come.
However, something peculiar occurred.
The great pain that Lu Zheng expected did not come. All Lu Zheng could feel was a numbing effect to his soul.
Lu Zheng was slightly surprised but soon, he understood why it was so.
His soul was now accustomed to the second layer of the Sea of Nirvana and the refining effects were now little.
Knowing this, he dived deeper till he reached the third layer. Instantly…
"Haaa! Fuck!" Lu Zheng screamed before returning to the second layer. "How come it hurts so much?"
Compared to the third layer, the pain from the second layer was akin to someone pinching him. When he entered the third layer of the Sea of Nirvana, Lu Zheng felt like he was being stabbed millions of times in a second.
Although the pain was incomparable to being burnt by the Vermillion True Flame, it was still unbearable for Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng braced himself for the soul piercing torture he was about to receive as he plunged back into the third layer.
Even still, despite that fact that he was prepared, he could only last a little over five seconds before returning to the second layer.
Over time, he continued to repeat the process until his soul foundation fell to the thousand man soul level. Only then would he leave the Sea of Nirvana.
Like this, Lu Zheng spent many months tempering his soul with the Nirvana Flame and in time, he reached the seventh layer of the Sea of Nirvana.