Jiang Fan opened his eyes.
A trace of emerald green flame flowed through his eyes like rippling water.
The Netherworld Ghost Fire within his body had been completely refined.
Every last bit had merged into the Fire Pill.
And now, the Fire Pill was no longer the initial blood-red Fire Pill.
It had become a swirling vortex of flame.
Most of it was emerald green, with only a small portion being red.
At the center of the vortex, there was a tiny green flame the size of a sesame seed.
It burned quietly, without emitting any visible heat.
But the Netherworld Ghost Fire, which had been incredibly dangerous just moments ago, now obediently revolved around the small flame.
As if the small flame was the king of all flames.
All the other fires seemed to bow in submission.
Jiang Fan, observing from within, fixed his gaze on the small flame, unable to look away.
He felt an indescribable excitement in his heart: "Could this be the Fire Origin?"
