My Journey to Immortality Begins with Hunting

One evening, Li Yuan felt hot, scorchingly hot.

It was nothing like compressing demonic beast meat in his stomach. The Everflame’s breath gathered in his lungs, not his gut, and every draw felt as if molten iron poured into his chest.

Yet Li Yuan forced it tighter still, chasing that single, decisive breakthrough.

Li Yuan kept stacking and squeezing the heat inside him. Fortunately, he had already maxed out the sixth rank Five-Viscera Gold-Swallowing Art at Master level while compressing demonic beast meat; otherwise, the burning air would have seared his lungs to ash.

Yet the hotter it grew, the more exhilarated he became. Calm flickered into frenzy. He gulped air in long, husky pulls, then exhaled just as slowly.

Time lost its name; in the Evernight of this frozen tundra, he could have spent two months...three...who could say?

Even in sleep, his body blazed. His skin hovered around 60 odd degrees celsius. In his past world, a body temperature of 40 degrees would kill an ordinary man.

Irritation mounted, nothing could cool him—nothing except Snow, who helped bleed off the fire. But at last even, she couldn’t ease the restlessness. He began to despair.

Then, one night, hope.

Deep inside, the compressed warmth seemed to change state, as though all that pressure had sparked a tiny flame of its own.

Li Yuan’s joy lasted moments. A savage fever struck, laid him flat.

Snow packed his brow with a slab of ice, nursing him night and day.