A Man Like None Other

The most seriously injured disciples were prioritized for treatment at the spirit spring, where disciples with some medical knowledge assisted in cleaning their wounds, administering medicinal pills, and guiding them to absorb the gentle life essence from the spring water. Those with

minor injuries were assigned to guard the edge of the safe zone.

Although the area designated by David seemed absolutely safe, years of caution prevented them from being careless.

Some began carefully collecting the newly sprouted flame spirit herbs, distributing them to suitable disciples to aid in healing, as instructed by David.

Shi Yan and Ying Wu recovered the fastest and took the initiative to coordinate and care for the seriously injured.

Ling Shuang was also carefully helped by Ying Wu to sit down on a flat, warm crystal stone beside the spirit spring.

She took the medicinal pills David had given her earlier and drank a mouthful of the clear spirit spring water.

A cool, soothing sensation flowed through her limbs and bones, and a tingling, healing feeling spread through her burned meridians, so comfortable that she almost groaned.

She began to concentrate on circulating the “Burning Heaven Sword Technique,” and the pure, gentle fire elemental energy in the secret realm seeped into her meridians, repairing her injuries with far greater efficiency than outside.

Seeing that everyone had settled down and order was gradually being restored, David looked up at a towering fiery crystal mountain not far away, its top ablaze with the phantom of a golden palace.

At the summit, a familiar figure in red robes stood alone, his back to the safe zone below, facing the endless sea of fire deeper within the secret realm.

The heat wave ruffled his sleeves, and his back revealed a hint of loneliness and desolation.

It was none other than Ling Yan, the Heavenly Fire Sword Master.

With a slight thought, David’s figure vanished from the spot.

next moment, he appeared silently beside Ling Yan,

didn’t turn

a moment, silence fell between the two, broken only by the low roar of the fiery world below and the howling

silence flowed, but it wasn’t awkward; rather, it possessed

long while, Ling Yan

initial arrogant and cold interrogation, but carried a complex emotion—inquiry,, and a hint

“Just who…who are you?”

choosing

technique, your aura had a momentary sense of perfect harmony

violent fire spirit power here are definitely not from any known cultivation

sword strike you displayed outside the canyon… what exactly was that sword intent?”

I have never seen, and cannot even comprehend, that… a state of mind that seems to transcend

David

Ling Yan’s series

he had tamed below, where everyone was

he looked towards the even more intense and unpredictable depths of the secret realm, asking

Master, what is your connection with the Fire Spirit Star Lord and the Blazing Fire Demon Lord? How much do you know

noticeably for a moment, as if David’s question had touched upon a secret

David’s profile for the first time

his eyes deep as ancient wells,

and other emotions, finally culminating in a long, heavy sigh, as if a tremendous burden

can readily identify the name of the Blazing Fire Demon Lord, and

of the secret realm, the direction where the flames were most vibrant and the energy fluctuations most subtle and terrifying.