Black stone. Deep below. In the great lake of magma.

Qin Yu let out a long breath and opened his eyes. There was no sharp light that burst out and no incredible aura that surged forth. Rather, he sat there peacefully, seeming as if he had fused together with the black stone and space around him.

This was a wonderful feeling that could only be experienced, not explained. When he stretched his waist, his spine cracked and his entire being seemed to come alive. It was like he had emerged from some ancient and primal landscape, returning to the mortal world of flesh and blood.

The Eighth Furnace’s light began to recede. The deep crimson furnace body dimmed down and shakily flew over.

Qin Yu blinked his eyes, his mind a bit empty. He didn’t respond for a while.

The Eighth Furnace was enraged. The lake of magma began to tumble once more and a fiery aura rushed forth.

Qin Yu was startled for a moment, immediately regaining his composure. He said, “I will certainly keep the promise I made to you, but are you sure you want to use such a weak appearance to face the Fleeting Flame Furnace?”

The Eighth Furnace replied with its actions. It crashed back into the lake of magma. Its last parting actions seemed to be a threat, as if it were warning Qin Yu not to play tricks, and also seeming like it was somewhat impatient.

Qin Yu shook his head and rose up.  As he looked at the great lake of magma, he smiled.

This dream lasted...