Long River Eternity

"No, it's impossible. There must be a way." Hao Fei muttered to himself. He turned to Zhu Rong, his tone filled with pleading and expectation. "Master Zhu Rong, you are the master of the law of fire. You will definitely find a way to free Nüba from the Yinming Death Fire, right?"

"Get rid of it? Why do you want to get rid of it?" Zhu Rong frowned slightly, his face showing confusion. "Although the Yinming Death Fire is not as good as the top-level true fires in the world, it is also a rare flame. Others are eager to obtain it. Do you want to abandon it? Yang An, do you want to get rid of the Chaos Body? Ye Tingxue, or do you want to get rid of the Heavenly Soul Body? Why do you want to let Nuba get rid of the Yinming Death Fire instead?"

Zhu Rong's questioning left Hao Fei stunned, and the others looked at each other in confusion. Although Zhu Rong's words were correct, there seemed to be something wrong. Everyone was at a loss for words.

Hao Fei asked doubtfully, "But Nüba is constantly suffering from the backlash of the Sun's True Fire. Are we just going to sit back and do nothing?"

"I've already said that the Yinming Death Fire in her body is still evolving. The Sun's True Fire and the unformed Yinming Death Fire collide with each other. If she's not careful, it will naturally cause an uncontrolled backlash. Fire is the most unstable and violent substance in the world. If she doesn't control it properly, problems will inevitably arise. Although the Taoist Master and Xuanyuan have profound cultivation, I still have the final say in the way of fire." Zhu Rong said confidently, with unquestionable authority in his tone.

"But this Yinming dead fire burns away all life, it is extremely hot, and no grass will grow wherever it passes. There will be a severe drought in the world. If we leave it here, won't it bring disaster to the world?" Shi Gang thought of the disaster brought by the drought demon and couldn't help asking.

"Absurd!" Zhu Rong shouted excitedly, his voice as thunderous as thunder. "My Yang-point True Fire and the Golden Crow's Sun-point True Fire are even more scorching and overbearing than the Yin-Nether Death Fire. Have you ever seen me incinerate everything wherever I pass? You've cultivated to such a level, how could you have such absurd thoughts?"

Zhu Rong's words were like enlightenment, instantly making everyone feel as if the fog had been cleared and everything was clear.

Yes, all special spiritual roots have their own ways of being controlled. Everyone has been obsessed with the legend of the drought demon, thinking that once the Yin and Ming Death Fire in Nüba's body is formed, it will get out of control and cause drought. However, they forget that as long as the cultivation level is sufficient, it is possible to completely control the Yin and Ming Death Fire instead of being controlled by it.

At this moment, everyone looked embarrassed. They didn't expect that they would make such a low-level mistake out of concern.

Yang An bowed to Zhu Rong and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir. It was us who got stuck in a dead end and made a fool of ourselves."

"Oh? You are now considered the leaders of the younger generation on the continent. I would like to hear what made you come up with such a ridiculous idea." Zhu Rong asked curiously.

"To be honest, there is a legend circulating in our hometown. It is said that a long time ago, a monster appeared. Wherever it passed, it would cause drought and even turn living people into zombies. We have been influenced by this legend since childhood, and we have preconceived that Nüba will turn into such a monster. That's why we are so nervous." Yang An briefly recounted the legend of Hanba.

"Hahaha! Interesting!" Zhu Rong laughed loudly after hearing this, and then said, "Well, this girl's cultivation level isn't enough to suppress the conflict between the two flames within her body. Secondly, although the technique she's learned is a top-level fire technique, it's not compatible with her physique. She and I are destined to be together, so let her stay with me for a while. I'll teach her some methods to control the Yin and Ming Death Fire."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Rong raised his hand, and a brilliant fire of purification appeared in his palm, flying towards Nuba, and the flame sank into her brow like a stream of light.

With the entry of the purifying fire, the black air on Nüba's forehead gradually dissipated. Nüba's eyelids trembled slightly, slowly opened, and finally woke up.

Nuba opened her eyes, and the first person she saw was Hao Fei. She looked around weakly, her voice faint but tinged with anxiety: "Hao Fei, where are we? Where are the Golden Crows?"

Hao Fei responded gently, his voice soothing like a spring breeze: "The battle is over, we won. This is Yu, the Fire God of Southern Xinjiang. Lord Zhu Rong saved us."

Nvba's heart tightened and she asked in a low voice, "Did I lose control again?" She had no idea what happened after she lost control, and her tone was slightly guilty.

"It's all right now," Hao Fei consoled him. "Lord Zhu Rong is undisputedly the best at studying fire. He promised to teach you how to control the fire within you."

A glint flashed in Nüba's eyes, and she struggled to get up. Hao Fei supported her in time and faced Zhu Rong.

Although her injuries had not yet healed, Nüba still bowed slightly and said gratefully, "It is my honor to receive guidance from Master Zhurong. Thank you very much, Master."

Zhu Rong waved gently, a kind smile on his face. "Your father and I once fought side by side, and my disciple Wu Hui is related to Xuanyuan by blood. Technically, he's your junior, so it's only natural for me to teach you a thing or two. No need to be so polite. You should go back to the guest room to recuperate. We'll talk after you've recovered."

Everyone bowed to Zhu Rong and said goodbye, then followed the servants to the guest room prepared for them and began to treat their injuries.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Everyone's injuries were extremely serious, and they had been recuperating in the room for these three days.

That day, Yang An's door was the first to open. He walked out of the room, looking much better than three days ago, and his injuries had mostly recovered.

As he took a step forward, the doors of Yi and Ye Tingxue's rooms opened one after another.

During the battle, Yi was always protected by Yang An behind him. Apart from the consumption of his essence and lifespan, he suffered almost no external injuries.

Ye Tingxue's injuries were not serious either. He had only consumed his mental energy after performing the "Green Leaf Condensation Technique". After a few days of breathing exercises, they were all fine.

"How are your injuries? Are you healed?" Yang An asked with concern.

"It's almost done. We don't have any minor injuries." Yi replied with a smile.

At this time, the others also left the room one after another. Shi Gang saw Yang An standing beside him and asked in surprise: "Old Yang, you recovered so quickly?"

Yang An smiled faintly: "Almost there, how about you?"

"I'm almost recovered." Shi Gang replied.

"Now that everyone is almost well, let's prepare to set off back to Daoting. Yi's injury needs to be resolved by asking Nuwa for help." Yang An said as he walked towards the main hall, ready to say goodbye to Zhurong.

Everyone followed closely behind him and arrived at the original hall.

At this time, Zhu Rong was sitting in the center practicing, with dozens of fireballs surrounding him like stars, rotating without colliding, demonstrating his superb fire control skills.

Sensing their arrival, Zhu Rong slowly put away the fireball, opened his eyes, and his gaze was as bright as a torch.

"Are all your injuries healed?" Zhu Rong asked calmly, his voice gentle but majestic.

"I'm almost well. We're going to return to Dao Court first. I came here specially to say goodbye to Lord Zhu Rong." Yang An bowed respectfully, his heart full of gratitude.