Valley of Cold Mist, beside the icy pool.

  Zuo Mo looked extremely terrifying, his entire body was like a cooked shrimp, red to the point of dripping blood, his eyes were filled with bloody streaks, frightening to the extreme.

  When he was in the small courtyard, there seemed to be a fire in his body. Now he feels that his whole body is like dry firewood that has been ignited and is crackling with flames!

  He stared blankly, everything in his field of vision was distorted as if scorched by high temperatures, his consciousness was blurry, hot! He was like struggling in a sea of fire, the rolling waves of flames made him almost suffocate, and he felt like he could be burned to ashes at any moment.

  "Eat the fire dragon grass."

  A very distant voice floated faintly into Luo Mo's ears.

  Subconsciously, Zuo Mo stuffed the flame grass into his mouth. A stream of heat flowed from his mouth down his throat.

  Boom!

  It was like pouring a pot of hot oil on the fire! Zuo Mo felt dazed, as if the sea of flames had suddenly burst and shattered, countless tiny, scorching hot flames spreading into his five viscera and six bowels. Those streams of heat, like molten iron, surged through Zuo Mo's meridians, rampaging wildly!

  "Ah!"

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but let out a shrill cry, a hot current surged into his brain, and his fragile head felt like it had been branded with a hot iron.

  Hiss! A spark appeared on his clothes, the spark quickly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, all his clothes turned to ashes. What was surprising was that the spark didn't hurt Zuo Mo's hair at all.

  Zuo Mo's entire body was naked in the air, his whole body bright red like an iron skull that had just come out of a furnace, and the hot air near his body was visible to the naked eye.

  "Ahhhhh!"

  The low-pitched howl was like a wild beast, and Zu Mo's blood vessels burst forth all over his body, like red-hot iron wires that covered every inch of him.

  "It's truly captivating." The nearby Pú Yāo watched with a look of intoxication, praising without end: "Even the soul is in agony, it's been a long time since I've heard such an enchanting sound, it's really nostalgic."

  "Ahhh!" Zuo Mo completely lost consciousness, he was like a wild beast with flames burning all over his body, crazily and instinctively howling. The flames seemed dissatisfied with just rampaging inside his body, they drilled out of his skin, swirling around him, making him look like a man made of fire. If Zuo Mo were awake at this time, he would certainly be shocked to discover that the deep red and bewitching flames burning all over his body were extremely similar to the flames in his sea of consciousness.

  Looking at Zuo Mo's entire body wildly jumping with deep red flames, Pu Yao's eyes suddenly turned gloomy, but the corners of his mouth curled up, as if thinking of something.

  Zuo Mo's howls grew lower and more mournful, his body seemingly engulfed in even more intense flames.

  The complexion of the Peony Demon changed, and after a while, her eyes returned to calmness, muttering to herself.

  "The person you chose, I'll give him one chance."

  He said, stretching out his hand to point to the left. Zuo Mo's whole body was like being struck by a giant hammer, flying horizontally and splashing into the icy pool.

  Zuo Mo sank down like a stone, rapidly descending. What was strange was that the deep red flames all over his body were not affected by the water of the pool at all, still jumping about wildly.

  At this moment, the icy river of Zuo Mo's suddenly rustled, and the dense ice crystals in the river were driven by an invisible force, slowly accelerating their movement. The quiet and straight icy river instantly became a crisscross of sword lights, with countless large and small sword lights surging along the wide river surface.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  These sword blades stuck to the surface of the river and shot flames in all directions.

  The icy sword tip, as soon as it touched the flames dancing wildly by the riverbank, a sudden change occurred! The fire surged violently, and in the sea of consciousness, only fierce flames filled the sky, as if even the stars in the void above were about to be engulfed by the flames. Only the tombstone in the sea of fire remained shrouded in dark clouds, without any reaction whatsoever.

  Inside the glacier, ice crystals rose and fell more violently, sword-like edges endless, carrying white misty cold air, plunging into the sea of fire.

  Zuo Mo's body also underwent a surprising change, his bright red skin surface had an additional layer of thin ice. But in the blink of an eye, this layer of thin ice melted away. However, after a while, another layer of thin ice appeared, repeating over and over again.

  The icy pool was not deep, and Mo quickly sank to the bottom. The water at the bottom of the pool was several times colder than the surface, and there were no fish or shrimp in sight.

  It seems to be affected, and every time Bing appears, it persists for a longer period. However, the flames surrounding Zuo Mo have not weakened in the slightest, still burning eerily in the water. Suddenly, a faint glow emanates from Zuo Mo's chest, and this light flows through his meridians. Wherever it passes, the flames dim slightly, but soon, the deep red flames resume their frantic dance.

  Zuo Mo felt like he had entered a very strange place, completely losing control of his body. He floated and drifted about, feeling as if one moment he was being roasted in a furnace, the next suddenly thrown to the extreme cold regions, but no matter how he struggled, he didn't have any room to move at all.

  "Don't forget..."

  "Even in death, I will not forget..."

  That sound appeared again, and Zuo Mo's dazed consciousness was like being splashed with a basin of cold water, suddenly becoming clear for a brief moment. As he became clear-headed, the scorching pain and icy chill surged towards him like a tide.

  "Ah......" He involuntarily opened his mouth, and the icy water poured into his mouth all at once.

  It was impossible to describe his feelings at this moment, his whole body was burning wildly, the intense pain of his bones and flesh burning bit by bit almost made him faint. The cold water poured into his mouth almost froze him into an ice block, and his brain that had just cleared up suddenly became blurry again.

  Is this foundation building?

  Is this the power of Fire Dragon Grass?

  That dream...

  In a daze, Zuo Mo's loosely clenched fist suddenly tightened, his entire body arched, all his strength gathering in an instant, his eyes flashing open with a fierce glare, a deep red color.

  Who?

  Who wants to control me?

  Who made me up?

  Who... who did it?

  Damn it! Who did this?!

  Innumerable thoughts, uncontrollably swept through his mind, the intense burning pain and icy coldness that pierced to the bone from deep within his body, his eyes blazed with fury as flames were engulfed by a bloody haze!

  Who did it... Who did it... Who did it!

  Damn it!

  His chest surged with blood and energy, as a sudden burst of anger and sorrow erupted from the depths of his heart, like a volcano erupting, instantly engulfing flames and icy coldness.

  Zuo Mo was like a demon, gathering all his strength, and suddenly swung out his fist!

  With a deep crimson flame, his fist heavily struck the stone wall by the pool.

  Boom!

  A spider web-like crack appeared on the stone wall with Zuo Mo's fist as the center, and there was a clear scorch mark at the center.

  Boom!

  Another punch! Splash, the gravel flew horizontally in the water, several of them grazed Lemo's body, leaving a few scratches, fresh blood seeped out and quickly dissolved into the pool.

  Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

  Zuo Mo had completely gone mad, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead bulged out, and he was wildly swinging his fists. The calm pool bottom became a mess, murky and chaotic.

  The Púyāo by the pond's edge sensed the vibrations on the ground, gazing at the whirlpool appearing on the water's surface. His expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand to catch the small water droplets flying towards him from the splashing waterfall. Opening his hand, the water droplet floated above his palm, round and transparent, reflecting his crimson pupils.

  "Aren't you going to make a move? Do you still foolishly think that he can suppress the Heavenly Demon Fire?" A faint, mocking smile floated onto his face as he drawled, "You always do this, never listening to my advice. Three thousand years have passed and you're still so obstinate. Don't you know that your choices are forever foolish?"

  He gently blew a breath of air, and the perfect water droplet floating on his palm turned into a puff of mist, dispersing into the air.

  "I've had enough of your nonsense." The púyāo clapped its hands together, its expression calm and collected.

  The vibration at the bottom of the foot disappeared, and the water pool returned to calmness.

  "It's over." The pao yao raised the edge of his knife-like lips and shrugged: "Haha, it just proved that you made another foolish choice."

  He was just about to turn around when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

  Wu Kong Mountain, Xin Yan suddenly opened his eyes while meditating, he sprang up and disappeared from the original place, in a flash, he appeared at the top of the mountain. In an instant, Pei Yuanran, Yan Le, and Shi Fengrong flew over one after another, appearing beside him.

  The four of them looked at each other and raised their heads to gaze up at the sky with shocked expressions.

  Dong Fu, Tian Songzi is browsing through the list written by Yu Bai.

  "This Zhong Mingyan is a disciple of Zuo Meitian, right?" Tian Songzi nodded and said: "In Dongfu, if we talk about strength, Zuo Meitian and Xin Yan should be among the top three. Zuo Meitian was also a ruthless and formidable figure in his younger years, which is somewhat similar to Xin Yan. But I don't know how his disciple is."

  Yu Bai said respectfully: "I have met with that Zong Mingyan, although we didn't fight, but from his demeanor and behavior, I'm afraid he's not weak."

  "Hehe, it's not often that I get to call someone young and not weak. I've heard that Zuo Mei Tian has invested a lot of effort into this disciple of his, so he shouldn't be weak." Tian Songzi chuckled and said: "In the future, Dong Fu will probably only fear you, Zong Ming Yan, and Wei Sheng San from Wu Kong Jian Men."

  "The disciple will not disappoint the master's high hopes." Yu Bai replied respectfully.

  Tian Songzi waved his hand: "Reputation and the like, don't take it too seriously. I just hope you can protect yourself in these chaotic times. This foundation, although I'm reluctant to part with it, your safety is more important."

  Yu Bai was moved in her heart and responded with a sentence: "Yes!"

  Yu Bai's face was full of worry, so Tiansongzi comforted him without thinking: "The master is just preparing for the worst, don't worry too much. If something happens, haha, we old guys will also stand in front." The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a name on the list, and he was slightly surprised: "Huh, when did Wu Kong Jian Men have an extra Zuo Mo? What's special about him?"

  "The disciple also heard the name for the first time. At that time, he had a conflict with Zong Mingyan and another Eastern Qi disciple because he was Ling Zhi's husband, and the disciple wanted to step forward to stop them. Unexpectedly, he discovered that he had grasped the sword intent!" Yu Bai added: "He hasn't even built his foundation yet."

  "Oh!" Tian Songzi's expression changed: "Another formidable figure in the Wu Kong Sword Sect? Not yet building a foundation and already able to grasp the sword intent, such a rare talent for cultivating the sword! The heavens truly favor the Wu Kong Sword Sect!"

  Between words, he had a few points of envy.

  At this moment, he suddenly changed his face and rushed out of the window. Yu Bai was stunned, and hurriedly followed him closely.

  Only Tian Songzi was seen dazedly raising his head and staring at the sky above him.

  At the same time, at the highest point of the Dongji Sword Gate, Meifeng, a black-clad long-haired man stood facing the wind, his face shocked, looking up at the sky.