Chapter 412 Sea of Consciousness in Flames

Chen Fei had already understood the properties of the Golden Flame Water, so when faced with the seductive illusions outside, he remained calm, guarding his heart without the slightest emotional sway.

But his unshaken resolve seemed to infuriate those alluring women.

“Tch! Turns out he’s just some stiff who doesn’t know how to enjoy life!”

“What a waste of a fine body! If that’s how it is, then let’s destroy it!”

In the blink of an eye, the seductive figures transformed into crimson skeletons, and waves of pink flames rushed toward Chen Fei’s body.

These were clearly different flames—foreign and sinister.

As for the illusions, they were likely part of the flame’s unique power.

Although Chen Fei had already sensed that these flames were unusual, in this moment he found himself helpless.

The flames began to burn slowly within his body—pink mingling with golden—spreading along his meridians.

When the fire reached his perineum acupoint, his face flushed red.

Who would’ve thought something like this could happen inside the Nine-Turn Channel?!

Still, Chen Fei wasn’t someone ordinary.

Though he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, he had no intention of resisting either.

He simply locked down his mind, shut off all sensory perception, and let the flames rage freely—completely ignoring them.

This wasn’t exactly the safest approach, but under the circumstances, it was the best choice.

The only requirement was that his physical body could withstand the flames.

Chen Fei wasn’t worried about that.

He was confident in his foundation.

After all, he was born with the rare Three-Eyed Spirit Root, and carried the bloodline of the Chen Clan—his foundation was anything but weak.

He had also cultivated multiple body-refining techniques and undergone many encounters and trials—his physical strength had long since approached the threshold of a top-tier powerhouse.

That was why he was confident.

But what he hadn’t anticipated was what happened next—a nameless flame suddenly ignited within his sea of consciousness, just like the karmic fire he had encountered in the past!

“Strange! Even my consciousness can burn?”

Chen Fei wasn’t panicked, still keeping his mind focused—but then he noticed something was wrong:

His sea of consciousness was shrinking!

And worse still, this nameless flame was wrapping around his spiritual sense—isolating him.

If this continued, he wouldn’t even be able to communicate with his physical body.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

“Void Heaven Cauldron!”

He summoned the Void Heaven Cauldron immediately.

But the strange flame completely ignored its presence—still burning his sea of consciousness at a slow, steady pace.

There was no sharp pain—it felt like being boiled alive in warm water.

No agony, but a terrifying slow destruction.

“Damn it!”

Chen Fei’s heart sank, but he still couldn’t find a way to break through.

Time passed, second by second.

His body continued to float in the Nine-Turn Channel, seemingly undisturbed—

But beneath the surface, his flesh was drying out, losing vitality.

He could feel it:

His sea of consciousness had shrunk by about ten percent, and the nameless fire was growing stronger.

As it burned faster, his spiritual core shrank quicker.

When it shrank by another ten percent, his body became like dried, cracked bark, devoid of all moisture.

Through split and charred skin, dark red flesh and pale white bones were faintly visible.

That’s when the pain finally hit him.

The burning of his soul was becoming increasingly intense, but Chen Fei gritted his teeth, trying to think his way out of it.

He had never encountered something like this.

Even the Void Heaven Cauldron had failed to suppress the flames—

Had something gone terribly wrong?

His spiritual sea shrank again—though this time, the process had slowed a bit.

His body was now completely shriveled—cracks all over like ruined porcelain—growing wider and deeper.

The ending… seemed inevitable.

Outside the Nine-Turn Channel:

Yin Tianfeng was the first to emerge.

He had always been lean, but now he looked solid and powerful.

After one round inside the Golden Flame Water, his body had clearly been refined.

He didn’t leave right away.

Instead, he sat cross-legged at the far shore, waiting patiently.

Just a short step away stood the One Thought Hall, from which one could observe the channel clearly.

Next came the slowly drifting Fire Shield, gliding steadily across the channel.

Just as it was nearing the far shore, Ji Wugou suddenly opened her eyes.

Now both her pupils had turned golden, and the golden mark on her forehead grew even brighter.

Even without activation, it radiated a powerful and oppressive aura.

Though Dao Tong had his back turned, he still felt the pressure clearly.

“Not bad at all,” Ji Wugou muttered with satisfaction.

She glanced at the thin, weakened Dao Tong beside her—not with gratitude, but remembering a certain defiant figure.

“Hmph.”

With a cold snort, she suddenly raised her hand and activated the Fire Shield with a burst of spiritual energy.

The shield’s speed surged, propelling them straight to the far shore.

“Not bad. Fast enough!” Ji Wugou sneered at Yin Tianfeng, who remained seated.

Yin Tianfeng opened one eye and replied blandly,

“Your speed wasn’t bad either. Too bad that guy is already finished.”

“You think my Ji family betrays people?” Ji Wugou laughed coldly.

She waved her hand, and a pill bottle floated over to Dao Tong.

“Our Ji Clan does things fairly. This was your opportunity—and it’s a shame you missed it.

But with this Heaven-Stealing Pill, it’s a decent compensation.”

Still proud and lofty, her tone showed no hint of apology.

Dao Tong didn’t refuse.

He took the pill, then turned to look back across the Nine-Turn Channel.

Chen Fei still hadn’t come out!

Even at the slow pace of the Fire Shield, he should’ve exited first.

Had something gone wrong?

Ji Wugou also noticed.

She gave a mocking smirk.

“Well, well. What’s the matter? That overly confident guy hasn’t shown up yet?”

“By now, it’s been nearly a full day.

If he’s not out in another, he’s probably never coming out!”

Her cold laugh echoed in the air.

Yin Tianfeng’s expression darkened slightly.

The Yin-Yang Gates were by far the most dangerous part of the entire Ghost King Hall.

One small mistake could mean death.

Chen Fei was valuable to him—a walking storage bank of resources.

If he died inside the Nine-Turn Channel, no one would suffer more loss than him.

“Seems like Miss Ji is quite concerned about Chen Fei,” Yin Tianfeng said, sneering.

“How rare.”

Ji Wugou snapped her head up and glared.

“Cut the sarcasm! If you didn’t get enough earlier, I’m happy to go another round!”

But Yin Tianfeng ignored her.

Instead, he looked toward the One Thought Hall.

“They’re coming out too.”

As if sensing his gaze, the figures who had just stepped out from the Yin Gate turned to look across at them.

Noticing that Chen Fei hadn’t emerged, a few of them smiled coldly—with clear amusement on their faces.