Chapter 413 Soul Bone Gift

Things weren’t going well on the side of the demonic cultivators either.

Peach Blossom Fairy’s face was pale—clearly injured, still visibly shaken from the ordeal.

Qin Shuang, however, looked rather pleased, seemingly having gained something valuable.

As for Fan Chen and Xing Zheng, both were ashen-faced and had simply sat down cross-legged to recover without saying a word.

With no one in a hurry to act, everyone’s gaze turned—in unspoken agreement—to the Nine-Turn Channel.

They were all wondering:

Would Chen Fei be able to make it out alive?

Meanwhile, Chen Fei was still completely trapped inside his Sea of Consciousness.

The burning pain had lasted for who knows how long.

Under its constant torment, his vision had blurred beyond recognition.

“Why are you still holding on? You’re already exhausted. Just sleep…”

“No! I mustn’t sleep! If I sleep now, I’ll never wake up again!”

Two conflicting wills wrestled within him.

His Sea of Consciousness had shrunk to its absolute limit—where once there had been vast mental space, now only nameless fire remained.

Back in the Nine-Turn Channel:

“He won’t last much longer! He’s just not strong enough.”

“No. He will make it.” That familiar, calm voice belonged to Fang Ping, filled with certainty.

The other figure fell silent, then said,

“Don’t forget, that’s the Colorless True Fire of the Immortal Realm! Even in my prime, I wouldn’t dare let that thing burn my soul unchecked!”

“That’s why I believe he has a chance,” Fang Ping replied calmly and confidently.

Perhaps influenced by Fang Ping’s tone, the other speaker didn’t argue further—though clearly, he didn’t believe Chen Fei would survive.

Chen Fei truly was exhausted now.

His soul burned painfully, making it hard to stay conscious.

“I can’t give up like this!”

He forced himself awake again, but the heat inside was maddening.

This agitation, once it took root, spread uncontrollably throughout his mind—a terrible sign.

Just then, an image came to him—Su Ran’s face.

Then came the moment she turned and flew away without saying goodbye, rising ever higher while he tried to speak but found no words.

The scene shifted. He saw again the familiar setting from his dream in the cage, the majestic and solemn Heavenly Palace.

His body trembled.

“So what if it’s fire? I don’t believe I’ll lose to it!”

With that, Chen Fei stood up in his Sea of Consciousness, stepping directly into the nameless flame.

“Something’s wrong! His spiritual fluctuations just spiked—his consciousness is about to collapse!” shouted the voice monitoring his physical condition.

Fang Ping responded with slight anxiety:

“Don’t panic—wait just a little longer.”

“Wait my ass!” the other shouted.

“This kid’s definitely a rare talent! His physique might be average, and his bloodline decent at best—maybe just mid-tier in our time!

But his willpower is unreal. His Dao heart is firm!

If we wait any longer, he’ll burn his soul into nothing!”

“And then who knows how many more centuries I’ll have to wait!”

Fang Ping interrupted again, more urgently:

“Wait! It’s coming!”

Chen Fei had stepped into the flame.

And this time—he made the right bet.

The nameless fire had been allowed to burn his Sea of Consciousness only because the Void Heaven Cauldron hadn’t intervened.

Now, with his spiritual mind on the verge of annihilation, the Void Heaven Cauldron finally acted—protecting its chosen one.

“Holy crap! You almost scared me to death!” Chen Fei muttered.

As the cauldron’s power surged, a refreshing chill spread across his Sea of Consciousness, like eating watermelon on a scorching summer day—blissful and invigorating.

“Ahhh, that feels amazing! Hahaha!” Chen Fei couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

Runes of the Dao appeared on the Void Heaven Cauldron, and vast waves of spiritual energy poured into Chen Fei’s shriveled Sea of Consciousness.

The nameless flame was finally suppressed.

At the bottom of the Nine-Turn Channel, Chen Fei’s body had long since sunk into the depths of the Golden Flame Water.

Standing beside him were Fang Ping and a figure with long, disheveled hair, whose face was obscured.

As Fang Ping spoke, Chen Fei’s withered body began to revive, surging with vitality.

The long-haired figure halted his action, letting out a curious hum.

Through the gap in his hair, his eyes showed clear disbelief.

“He actually resisted the True Flame’s burn?”

“He held out?” he exclaimed again, then turned to Fang Ping.

Fang Ping exhaled slowly. It had been incredibly close—but they’d made it through.

He glanced sideways at the stunned figure and said quietly,

“If you don’t act now, you’ll miss your chance.”

That made the disheveled figure act without hesitation.

He raised his hand and dug into his own forehead, fingers slipping right through his skull—an eerie, unnatural sight.

But he didn’t care at all.

After a few rapid movements, he pulled out a translucent, crystal-clear Soul Bone.

It gleamed like a diamond, flawless and radiant.

“Go!”

With a relaxed smile, the long-haired man released it.

“Heh. Guess all these years waiting weren’t wasted.

This counts as me—Sun Wuya—finally finding a worthy successor!”

As he laughed, he pushed aside his matted hair, revealing two bloody holes in his forehead, where the Soul Bone had come from.

Fang Ping looked at him and said flatly,

“You owe me for this.”

“Get lost!” Sun Wuya waved him off.

“I would’ve found this rough gem with or without you! No way I owe you anything!”

Fang Ping