Chapter 2

Unwilling, Yang Qifeng was extremely unwilling.

He had only been in this world of flames for two days, and now he was about to die, his heart filled with resentment.

Memories surged in his mind, the memories of his previous life were vivid and clear, as if they had just happened yesterday.

"This is the last flash of light before death, recalling past memories," Yang Qifeng bitterly smiled in his heart, sighing to himself.

"No, wait, why am I still so clear-headed? Hasn't the wave of flames swept over yet?" Yang Qifeng suddenly realized something was wrong. According to reason, the wave of flames should have already swept over, and he would have been shattered to pieces under its impact. But now, he felt no pain, his mind was clear, and this clearly did not indicate that he was about to die.

Yang Qifeng quickly opened his eyes and observed the surroundings.

The world of flames that appeared in Yang Qifeng's field of vision was calm and peaceful. The terrifying wave of flames had completely disappeared, and the golden flames were burning fiercely in their respective positions. The biggest change was in the sky directly above Yang Qifeng.

What should have been enveloped in endless flames now had a gap, a hole appeared in Yang Qifeng's field of vision.

Seeing this, Yang Qifeng was stunned. In the sky, several huge objects were thrown down, making a whistling sound as they cut through the air in the world of flames. This was not the real reason for Yang Qifeng's shock; the real reason was that he heard the sound of human speech.

"Fan the fire, child," the voice was calm, without any emotion.

But this voice was like a thunderbolt to Yang Qifeng. This was indeed a world of immortals. Now, Yang Qifeng had analyzed his situation. He was not in a world of flames but inside a pill furnace. No wonder the objects thrown from the sky looked like medicinal ingredients, just larger in size. No, it wasn't that they were larger; it was that he had become smaller.

Looking at the sky, which was once again covered in flames, Yang Qifeng knew the pill furnace was sealed.

"I never thought I would one day become the flame in someone else's pill furnace," Yang Qifeng sighed in his heart, quickly dispelling the negative emotions. Now, Yang Qifeng was full of fighting spirit. Knowing he was in a world of immortals, the beautiful prospects of the future filled his heart.

Cultivation, then transformation, finding a secluded place to become a deity and live a carefree life—this was what Yang Qifeng was thinking now.

His eyes burning, he looked at the medicinal ingredients floating in the center of the world of flames. It was quite strange; the world of flames was vast, seemingly endless in all directions, but he could see clearly in the sky, as if it were only a few kilometers away. Of course, Yang Qifeng was not stupid enough to think it was only a few kilometers; that was clearly impossible.

In Yang Qifeng's view, some force was influencing him, allowing him to see so clearly.

Looking at the golden flames surrounding the medicinal ingredients, Yang Qifeng turned his body and stopped looking. It had nothing to do with him at the moment. What he needed to do now was cultivate.

As a Taoist in his previous life, Yang Qifeng was not unfamiliar with cultivation. Cultivation involved absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to refine oneself and凝聚元神. Although the content described in various Taoist scriptures was extremely mysterious and seemed useless in his previous life, it might be useful in this life.

"Essence of heaven and earth," Yang Qifeng looked around. Deep in the pill furnace, there was no essence of heaven and earth, only endless flames. But this was enough. His current body was a flame, and to cultivate, he needed to absorb other flames to strengthen himself.

"However, before cultivating, I need to find a stable place," Yang Qifeng looked at the surroundings. His current position was not ideal.

The world of flames was divided into many layers. The layer where Yang Qifeng was currently located was surrounded by light yellow flames, while the golden flames were in the lower layers. This was a world of immortals, incredibly mysterious. Yang Qifeng had no idea how the layers of the world of flames were divided. There was nothing to support him, as if he were floating in the air, but after personally experiencing it, he knew he was not floating. He could feel a ground beneath him, allowing him to exert force.

Dragging his small, ethereal body, which was about the size of a fist, he slowly crawled eastward. Originally, Yang Qifeng's speed was like that of a snail, and it became even slower after his body shrank.

What seemed like a short distance in his field of vision took Yang Qifeng almost half a day to reach his destination.

This was a platform made of light yellow flames, not very high, about half a meter tall.

Yang Qifeng came here because he had seen a similar platform in the lower layer, where a fierce flame beast was coiled. Clearly, this platform had some unknown benefits. When he noticed a similar platform nearby, he could not resist.

When he reached near the platform, Yang Qifeng did not move forward again but softly said, "Monster, come out."

The voice was gentle, and in the quiet world of flames, some of the quietly burning flames began to sway. Yang Qifeng remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the platform. When he saw no changes and no flame beast materialize, he breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Qifeng was testing whether the platform was occupied. If it were, he would immediately turn and leave. In his current weak state, he did not think he could fight anyone.

With no owner, Yang Qifeng claimed it for himself. He struggled to climb the platform, reaching the bottom and then slowly climbing up. Being a flame had its advantages; at least Yang Qifeng could do something humans could not—climb straight up and down without any tools.