In the field of vision, the second layer of the tower is still filled with that extremely pure fire energy, and the tower presents a crimson color.

However, compared to the first layer, the central part of the second layer has an ancient stone platform, which is also of a pure crimson color.

On the stone platform, an array emanating with ancient patterns emits a red light.

Above that array is a divine bird with a length of ten meters. The bird has long, beautiful tail feathers, large flaming wings spread out, noble and elegant, with a pair of fiery red eyes as hot as fire, carrying an innate regal pride.

The divine bird is bathed in crimson flames, dancing gracefully, breathtakingly beautiful, captivating the heart and spirit.

This divine bird is the ancient divine beast, Vermilion Bird.

At the center of the array on the stone platform, bathed in fire, under the light and shadow of the gracefully flying Vermilion Bird, a slender figure in purple sits cross-legged.

"That is... Zilan!"

Qin Yang's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze falling on that slender figure in purple.

Zilan wore a light purple elegant dress, the dress outlining the girl's graceful and slender figure, her hair as black as ink cascading down, reaching her waist, against her clear and fair complexion.

However, at this moment, Zilan's lively eyes are closed, her snow-like pretty face carries a hint of serenity and sacredness, in her hands, she holds a crimson sculpture of the divine beast Vermilion Bird.

Above the array, the gracefully dancing Vermilion Bird divine bird occasionally opens its sharp beak, spitting out a light ball glowing with crimson light, which then falls and merges into Zilan's brow.

"This is..."

Upon seeing this, Qin Yang's pupils immediately shrank, a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

"Inheritance?! Zilan is accepting some kind of inheritance?!"

Even though Qin Yang's willpower was not weak, the scene before him left him astonished.

Qin Yang could clearly feel that the Vermilion Bird divine beast's light and shadow were conveying some extremely rich information.

"No, it shouldn't be said to be some kind of inheritance, it should be said to be the inheritance of the Vermilion Bird divine beast."

Qin Yang's eyes shone, his voice firm.

However, perhaps this inheritance wasn't the complete inheritance, but even just a part of it from a top divine beast was enough to be astonishing.

"This girl has such a heaven-defying opportunity."

Qin Yang sighed in admiration, a smile playing on his lips.

Zilan, pure and lively, endearing, receiving the Vermilion Bird's divine beast inheritance, Qin Yang was genuinely happy for her. On Earth, besides himself and Sister Ruan, Zilan would surely embark on the path of immortal cultivation.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, some powerful cultivators, when their life span was nearing its end, would leave their lifetime's knowledge behind.

However, the conditions for obtaining these inheritances were extremely harsh, requiring a significant opportunity or a specific group of people.

Given the Vermilion Bird's status as a top divine beast, its inheritance requirements must be even harsher. If it were Qin Yang, he might not have been able to obtain this inheritance.

"It seems this inheritance will still take some time."

Qin Yang observed the slender figure sitting at the center of the array, murmuring to himself.

Some extremely powerful inheritances could last for ten days or half a month, so Qin Yang wasn't worried about Zilan.

For now, Qin Yang's gaze surveyed the second layer of the tower, his eyes falling on the stairs to the third layer.

"This tower has seven layers, so what will the third layer have?"

A trace of curiosity rose in Qin Yang's heart.

Then, Qin Yang stepped forward, heading towards the stairway to the third layer.

"Star Body."

Qin Yang's heart and spirit stirred, activating his Star Body, lifting his foot and stepping onto the first step.

However, this step was extremely difficult; when both of Qin Yang's feet were completely on the first step, his body experienced extremely strong fire energy pressure.

Such powerful pressure caused Qin Yang's face to instantly flush red.

Buzz~!

The starry light around Qin Yang's body grew even more dazzling, yet the strong pressure was barely diminished, with tiny drops of blood seeping out from beneath his skin.

Bang!

Even though Qin Yang had pushed his Star Body to the extreme, his face still flushed red, his body staggering backward under the immense pressure, as if being thrown backwards, landing on the ground.

"Whew."

After landing, Qin Yang exhaled deeply, looking up at the stairs to the third layer, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

"No, the strength is still not nearly enough."

Qin Yang shook his head, a trace of seriousness in his eyes.

He couldn't even stand steadily on the very first step leading to the third layer, let alone the subsequent steps. This was beyond exerting all efforts; it was about the gap and lack in strength.

"It seems that the third layer is not accessible for now."

Regret flickered in Qin Yang's eyes.

This Vermilion Bird Flame Tower, being an ancient relic, must be exceptionally mystical. If possible, Qin Yang truly wished to see all seven layers of this tower.

"Oh well, since I can't enter for now, I'll cultivate here, waiting for that girl Zilan to finish accepting the inheritance."

So Qin Yang had to give up the idea of entering the third layer, choosing a spot on the second layer, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

In this Vermilion Bird Flame Tower, the fire energy was exceptionally pure and abundant. Just by standing here, his physical strength was altering bit by bit, and the spiritual power within his Dantian was also evolving towards a more refined direction.

This was indeed an excellent place for cultivation.

"Let's begin cultivating."

Qin Yang closed his eyes, fully operating the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, his body enveloped in a layer of starry light.

Within the tower, the pure fire energy and spiritual energy began to pour into Qin Yang's body.

"One hundred and fifty-seventh drop..."

In Qin Yang's Dantian, there were one hundred and fifty-six drops of spiritual liquid. He was now condensing the one hundred and fifty-seventh drop.

When the spiritual liquid in his Dantian reached the two hundredth drop, it would signify that Qin Yang's strength had reached the peak of the Middle Stage of the Immortal Master Realm, preparing to break through to the Late Stage.

As Qin Yang condensed the one hundred and fifty-seventh drop of spiritual liquid, the other one hundred and fifty-six drops of spiritual liquid were also changing towards a more refined direction under the pressure of that fire energy, shimmering with purer spiritual energy light.

Ten minutes later, with the support of that pure fire energy, the one hundred and fifty-seventh drop of spiritual liquid was successfully condensed in Qin Yang's Dantian.

"One hundred and fifty-eighth drop..."

"One hundred and fifty-ninth drop..."

"..."

Time ticked away second by second.

There is no sense of time in cultivation, let alone for Qin Yang immersed in the process.

"One hundred and sixty-fifth drop."

"One hundred and sixty-sixth drop."

"..."

The spiritual liquid droplets in Qin Yang's Dantian gradually increased, each drop exuding pure spiritual energy light.

As Qin Yang devoted himself entirely to cultivation, the gracefully flying Vermilion Bird's light and shadow above the stone platform also began to gradually become ethereal.

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