Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Inside the Purple Heaven Refining Sky Furnace.

This was a strange and unusual space.

Within the furnace walls lay an open expanse of several zhang across.

The furnace walls on all sides radiated a faint purple-gold radiance, casting the interior in a light as bright as day.

At the base of the furnace, the purple flames burned in a slow and steady rhythm. Within those flames, the thread of purple Dao principle coiled and moved like a living serpent, letting out a deep and sustained hum from time to time.

And above at the top of the furnace, the fist-sized cluster of purple-gold foundational origin rotated slowly. With every turn, a thread of origin energy so pure it defied imagination seeped outward, falling like scattered flowers from the heavens.

Ling Xuance was seated cross-legged at the center of the furnace.

Above his head, the origin energy raining down from that cluster of foundational origin was pouring without cease into the top of his skull. His aura was climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bottleneck at peak Sixth Revolution had been pushed to the very limit of its yielding.