"The trial of the Soulflame is aimed at the Divine Soul of the cultivator."
Shangguan Xian smiled and said, "If you're not confident, don't attempt this stage, as there's no turning back."
Xu Zimei looked at Zhang Hengzhi.
Among the three, Zhang Hengzhi was the weakest.
"Don't worry, though I'm not strong.
I assure you, my Daoist Heart is steadfast," Zhang Hengzhi smiled.
"I'm not afraid of this so-called Soulflame."
The so-called Soulflame is actually a bridge.
A bridge that leads to the mountain top, suspended between cliffs, a Fire Bridge.
On the bridge, flames are burning, and those flames are purple.
It seems that grotesque faces are evolving within the flames.
When the three arrived here, someone had already started walking on the bridge.
One could see some with grimacing expressions, the kind of searing pain indescribable.
Some were directly consumed by the flames, ultimately reduced to nothing.
However, a portion of people strode swiftly, unaffected.
