A dazzlingly brilliant Flame, like a volcanic eruption, swept out from within Ning Jiang's mind.
Condensing a Primordial Spirit was merely the first step.
The newly-formed Primordial Spirit was still very illusory—just an embryo, not yet powerful enough.
And while the Divine Fire Tribulation was a type of Celestial Tribulation, successfully crossing it would bring considerable benefits to the Primordial Spirit.
It was like a piece of iron that, in order to be forged into a Divine Weapon, had to be tempered by fire, its impurities completely refined away in a quest for perfection.
The Divine Fire Tribulation was both a calamity and a blessing.
WHOOSH—
The rolling Flames surged forth, enveloping all three of Ning Jiang's Primordial Spirits.
Immediately, a terrifying, excruciating pain washed over him like a tide.
Having one's Primordial Spirit seared by flames was an exceptionally dreadful pain. No one without great willpower and immense resolve could possibly withstand it.
