Fenjin sat quietly in the dilapidated courtyard, his fingers trembling slightly in the air.
Three years ago, he was the top genius of the Fen family, possessing a grade nine Destiny Flame, with a boundless future ahead of him. But now, he was regarded as a worthless waste by everyone, even the servants could freely insult him. The family no longer provided any cultivation resources, and even his father, Fenjue, could only helplessly expel him from the core family tree.
But he wasn't willing to accept this.
He knew that the day his Destiny Flame shattered wasn't just a random accident.
Today was the family's annual Destiny Flame test day. With great determination, he forced himself to take the test, but in front of everyone's eyes, his flame had completely fallen to a zero grade, not even reaching the lowest standard for cultivators.
"Hahaha, not even as good as a grade one, what a complete waste!"
"Once a genius, now reduced to this. How laughable!"
"Get out of the Fen family, useless trash!"
The mocking voices of his family echoed in his ears. Fenjin lowered his head and stared at his palm.
Just moments ago, he had faintly sensed something stirring deep within his Destiny Flame.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to channel the remaining power of the Destiny Flame within him.
In an instant, a cold flame slowly rose at his fingertips.
Black.
This flame wasn't his former grade nine Destiny Flame, but rather a strange black fire, like a forbidden flame born from the Netherworld.
It burned silently, with no heat, but instead, a bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep into his very marrow.
Fenjin's heart skipped a beat.
"What... is this?"
He tried to sense the aura of the black flame, but in the blink of an eye, he was consumed by an intense burning sensation!
"Ah!!!"
He collapsed to the ground in agony, cold sweat pouring down his face.
This wasn't an ordinary flame!
An ordinary Destiny Flame could nourish the soul of a cultivator, making them stronger. But this black flame… was ravenously devouring his life force, as though it sought to burn him to nothing!
Fenjin gritted his teeth, his vision blurring.
The strength in his body was rapidly draining away, as if his life itself were being siphoned.
Just then, a cold voice echoed in his mind:
"If you want to survive, you must devour other Destiny Flames…"
Fenjin's pupils suddenly contracted.
His Destiny Flame… needed to devour others' Destiny Flames in order to survive?
The Remnant Flame of the Netherworld flickered slowly, as if waiting for him to make a choice.
Fenjin took a deep breath, his fists clenching tightly.
If this was his fate, he would never sit idly by and accept it!