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The environment here was truly extraordinary, providing Beiting Huang with an excellent condition to complete the fusion of divine power and the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire.

Beiting Huang took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and slowly closed her eyes. Her divine senses had sunk into her dantian, where she could see a Golden Core, no bigger than a thumb, spinning quickly. Separated by the Chaos Divine Source, the Brilliant Holy Pearl hovered in the dantian, flickering on and off as if it was gazing at Beiting Huang.

“Deep Sleep, are we ready? Can we start now?” Beiting Huang asked in the sea of consciousness.

“Okay!” At this moment, Deep Sleep was also quite unsettled. He exhaled before saying, “If you really can’t bear it, stop. During the entire time at the Heaven Rank, you can complete this fusion anytime. We have plenty of time.”

Beiting Huang’s face wore a very serious expression, making Qiong Qi and Bai Ze, who had been paying close attention to her, sense that something was amiss. They exchanged a glance; not knowing what Beiting Huang was doing, Bai Ze gave Qiong Qi a look, and then his figure streaked through the air, leaving behind a series of afterimages as he flew toward the direction of the refining room.

Yan Ye was squatting beside the furnace where a massive Refining Furnace, almost the height of half a person, contained a cluster of black flames burning. The contents of unknown material melted in the furnace bubbled, and as Bai Ze’s presence got close, with a sense of urgency, Yan Ye’s hands slowly came together, extinguishing the flames beneath the Refining Furnace.

This scene, if seen by Liu Xu’s father, that Heaven Rank refiner from Yan City, would surely have been enough to make him beat his chest in anguish.

The materials thrown into the Refining Furnace, each of them a rare treasure not to be found in Rubis World. Among them, a piece of extraterrestrial star ore was especially a treasure used to refine weapons of life.

But Yan Ye, upon sensing Bai Ze’s arrival, barely blinked before he ignored the batch of refining materials entirely, stepping out of the refining room, and asked the incoming figure urgently, “What’s happened to her?”

Bai Ze gave Yan Ye a bow and lowered his head, saying, “The ninth young miss is by the lake. We feel something is off with her, but we don’t know what she is doing?”

“Could she be, could she be…” Yan Ye remembered the whiff of blood in the air when he was about to catch up to Beiting Huang the day before, fear flooding his heart as it clenched painfully, struggling to even utter the question.

“No!” Bai Ze shook his head fiercely, “It’s not like yesterday. The ninth young miss has been adjusting her breath for a day and a night, today there’s none of yesterday’s malaise…”

Yan Ye no longer wanted to listen, vanishing from Bai Ze’s sight. In a single breath, he had already reached the lakeside.

However, it was obvious that he was already a step too late. Suspended in mid-air, he looked down at Beiting Huang, who sat amidst the spider lilies by the lake. Large beads of sweat spread down her face; her brows furrowed deeply, her face rigid, clearly enduring immense pain, seemingly a hundred times more painful than the heart-eating pain Yan Ye suffered every month. In that moment, Yan Ye’s form nearly faltered, as if he might fall from the sky.