Traveling through the wilderness, Yun Mingzhou started in hell mode. The day after tomorrow, the spirit flame transformed, with no skills, no backing, and no resources. Even the casual cultivators passing by wanted to capture him to make elixirs. He hid in the magma and shivered until he met a person - the leader of Tongtian. "Senior! Please accept me as your disciple!" After kneeling for tens of thousands of years, he became the second direct disciple of the Shangqing Dynasty. But cultivation is still a bottomless pit. Burning Heaven Immortal Sutra, the way of merging all fires - the more flames are swallowed, the stronger the skill and the higher the qualifications. But where does the flame come from? The phoenix returns to its nest once in a billion years. Only those above Golden Immortal level can enter, and the Nirvana Pool is the ultimate reward. Yun Mingzhou stepped in. Then——he drank up the Nirvana Pool that the Phoenix Clan had accumulated for hundreds of millions of years. The branches and leaves of the sacred sycamore tree trembled with anger: "You alone have swallowed up all the heritage of my clan!" The Phoenix Clan leader's face was ashen: "Foreign monks, no one has ever dared to do this!" More than a hundred bird geniuses gathered around: "Give me the opportunity!" Yun Mingzhou wiped his mouth, and the three-color flames danced in his palms. "Hand it in?" "Can I still spit out the things that went into my stomach?"
