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Within the All Things Furnace, the fires of all things blazed fiercely, enveloping Lu Yan.
Lu Yan could distinctly feel his physical body withering, his life force rapidly slipping away.
He was walking towards death.
The parts of his body that could be preserved were rapidly shrinking, except for the areas protected by true patterns; the rest of his body was dissolving.
His head, chest, torso, and internal organs were all dissolving...
In the end, only his limbs remained, suspended in mid-air, while his Primordial Spirit had also escaped into those limbs.
Nine kinds of Magic, enveloping his limbs, both protected them and contended with the fire of all things, using the pressure of the fire to temper themselves, undergoing a process of ceaseless refinement.
However, he was not the slightest bit panicked, not the slightest bit afraid. His heart was like a still well, his Spiritual Sense clear and bright as he silently experienced the sensation of facing impending death.
