Previously, Xia Tianming had talked to Xia Feng about igniting the Divine Fire.

However, after Xia Feng truly broke through, he discovered that the situation was not quite as his grandfather had described.

Xia Tianming had only cultivated the path of space, so he only needed to convert it into Divine Power to ignite the Divine Fire.

But Xia Feng had cultivated the ten paths, and the most troublesome thing before him was not igniting the Divine Fire, but how to merge the ten paths.

During his previous battle with Dongfang Le'an, he vaguely found a sense of enlightenment.

It seemed he could use that blood-colored mist to hide other Great Dao Rules within the Great Dao Rules he executed.

The battle was too brief, and he only had a vague sense of this enlightenment without being able to fully grasp it.

Now, calming his mind, he tried to use that blood-colored mist to gather and convert different Great Dao Rules.

After two attempts, he frowned slightly and abandoned this attempt.

Beside him, Xia Naiwen saw Xia Feng's worried expression and became nervous as well.

"Xiao Feng, what's wrong?"

Xia Feng paused, not wanting to worry his parents, and smiled: "Nothing, just thinking about how to restore my body."

Xia Naiwen then hurriedly stood up: "Then hurry and think, your mother and I won't disturb you here."

He got up, pulling Huang Xiaoqian away, muttering as he walked: "I'm going to build a statue for our son."

Xia Feng opened his mouth to call him back, but Xia Naiwen ran faster than anyone else at that moment.

He leaned helplessly on the bed, carefully pondering how to merge the Great Dao Rules.

The blood mist was indeed useful; under the regulation of the blood mist, the Great Dao could barely merge together.

Moreover, Xia Feng had a realization that if this fusion happened a few more times, he might not need the blood mist to merge the Great Dao in the future.

This was essentially a good thing, but Xia Feng found that the blood mist was not endless.

Each fusion consumed a significant amount of blood mist. Without a way to replenish it, Xia Feng couldn't continue these attempts.

However, the blood mist was brought by the Blood Cloud of the Divine Tribulation, and apart from these two Divine Tribulations, he hadn't seen this magical blood mist anywhere else.

He frowned and suddenly heard a voice outside the hall.

"Zhang Heng, you dare to come here?"

Xia Feng was taken aback, Zhang Heng?

Wasn't he a minister who had been very against him becoming the Emperor's Son? What was he doing here now?

A somewhat dull voice sounded: "I realized how shortsighted I was, so I specifically came to apologize to the Emperor's Son."

"Oh? Weren't you just shouting that the people from the Nine Great Divine Domains came and that the Emperor's Son was finished?"

"Hmph, you even boasted that the Emperor's Son's death would follow the envoys' departure?"

"Now you've finally seen the Emperor's Son's might, haven't you?"

The words were said triumphantly, but Zhang Heng did not refute, lowering his head with a slightly dull voice.

"I have come to a clear realization of how ridiculous I once was. I am genuinely here to seek the Emperor's Son's forgiveness."

The guard at the door sneered: "Who knows if you're here to apologize or to take the opportunity to harm the Emperor's Son."

Zhang Heng paused, seemingly remembering that Xia Feng was seriously injured at the moment.

Hesitating for a moment, he directly knelt at the door, his expression carrying some sincerity.

Zhang Heng greatly admired Xia Tianming and once looked down on Xia Naiwen and Xia Feng.

He believed that the current position of Emperor Xia should be Xia Tianming's, and the Emperor's Son should not be Xia Feng.

He always thought that the two of them had only come this far because of Xia Tianming.

And when Xia Tianming was taken away by the Martial God from the Upper Realm, Zhang Heng felt very confused, not knowing how to handle himself.

His extreme sharp emotions were all vented on Xia Naiwen and Xia Feng.

That's why he frequently spoke ill of Xia Feng publicly, while Xia Naiwen, considering his loyalty to the Great Xia Empire, had never bothered much.

Of course, it was also because Xia Naiwen had not had the time to deal with him.

Today, seeing Xia Feng defeat Dongfang Le'an, Zhang Heng suddenly realized how ridiculous he had been, so he came to seek Xia Feng's forgiveness.

Xia Feng didn't mind much and thought if he wanted to kneel, then let him kneel.

As for forgiving or not, would a person hold a grudge against an ant?

He was about to close his eyes and continue to sense that enlightenment of Great Dao fusion when he realized wisps of blood-colored mist were drifting in through the tightly closed doors.

The blood mist went straight into the Dream Realm Pearl on his chest, then swiftly converted into a nearly white mist that burrowed into his body.

That feeling, akin to immersing his whole body in a hot spring during the cold winter, made Xia Feng involuntarily let out a moan.

Then he quickly regained his composure.

What was that? How was it generated?

Xia Feng closed his eyes, carefully sensing the white mist in his body. After a moment, his face showed a hint of enlightenment.

The blood-colored mist was the Power of Faith from the people, which could only be absorbed within a certain distance around Xia Feng.

Or if people worship his portrait or statue, it could also generate a small amount of Power of Faith.

Previously, the Blood Cloud in the sky was just a small amount of Power of Faith absorbed and then devoured directly by Xia Feng.

This blood-colored mist, though it can also be used for cultivation, often carried mixed emotions of its original owner.

The Blood Cloud from the Heavenly Dao was obviously refined, so Xia Feng devouring it posed no problem.

The blood-colored mist drifting in now, if Xia Feng devoured it directly, he would likely be influenced by everyone's emotions.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng glanced at the Dream Realm Pearl with a bit of excitement.

However, he needn't worry about these issues; all the Power of Faith gathered here was absorbed by the Dream Realm Pearl and refined.

The white Power of Faith fed back to Xia Feng was already very pure.

This Power of Faith was much more useful than the blood-colored mist, more effectively merging the Great Dao together.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that the various emotions in the mist being absorbed by the Dream Realm Pearl seemed to benefit the Dream Realm Pearl significantly.

It was an indescribable feeling, like when the Dream Realm Pearl upgraded before.

Not pausing to think deeply, Xia Feng swallowed a few Elixirs and then lay on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Outside, Zhang Heng and the guard at the door continued to instill Power of Faith into Xia Feng, though it became increasingly faint and seemed to wane at any moment.

Inside the Dream Realm Pearl, Xia Feng closed his eyes, and everything around him slowly began to change.

Even his own form gradually turned into the image he imagined, with a large amount of Power of Faith gathering within him, attempting to use this method to ignite the Divine Fire.

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