"Since it's a rule, it naturally makes everyone uncomfortable. A rule that doesn't make people uncomfortable isn't a rule."
"..." Mo Qi was speechless.
After a moment of contemplation, Mo Qi boldly asked, "Can I like you?"
"No," the Saintess replied decisively.
"Alright," Mo Qi said with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "then let's begin."
Mo Qi took out the Creation Divine Leaf and had the Saintess lie on it. He then directly used the Sun's Fire to refine her, treating the entire sun as his alchemy furnace. All he needed to do was guide the flames appropriately.
His long experience in alchemy and artifact forging made these tasks feel effortless.
Soon, the Saintess's graceful figure began to distort. Since she was originally just a wisp of phantom energy, she felt no pain no matter how she twisted.
After a period of distortion, she gradually formed into a mass of red mist, covering the surface of the Creation Divine Leaf and enveloping it.
The Creation Divine Leaf also began to twist and deform, gradually becoming more voluptuous from its original flat shape.
Mo Qi's heart stirred; it seemed to be working!
He then more enthusiastically channeled his spiritual energy, guiding the flames in the air.
His control over fire had now reached a point of perfection, where he could do as he pleased.
However, after a while, a problem arose.
The Creation Divine Leaf had just formed a vague human shape and then stopped progressing. No matter how much he refined it, it wouldn't change further.
If this situation persisted for too long, the Saintess's lingering spirit would be completely devoured.
Mo Qi felt a sense of urgency, but a sliver of reason told him that no matter how dire the situation, he needed to think calmly.
It was precisely this calmness that allowed him to discover the problem.
The flames in this area were no longer sufficient to support the current process. He needed to move forward, to a place with more intense and denser flames.
However, his current cultivation level made moving forward somewhat strenuous.
He couldn't afford to hesitate any longer. Even if it meant his body would be shattered, he had to "save" the Saintess.
She might be the hope of the entire galaxy. He couldn't just watch her dissipate.
So, he cradled the vague form in his arms and gritted his teeth, pushing forward.
It was like enduring the biting cold of winter, wearing thin clothes, and struggling against fierce winds and blizzards. Even if buffeted and swayed, he had to crawl and scramble forward.
Fortunately, all his efforts and sacrifices were not in vain.
The vague form began to change again, gradually revealing a beautiful curve.
Mo Qi's heart surged with excitement. Forgetting himself entirely, he quickened his pace, continuing deeper into the sun.
At this moment, he was grateful to the Saintess. Without her appearance, he might not have had such strong determination to press onward.
At this moment, a powerful force propelled his steps forward. His body felt heavy, yet his steps were light and swift.
The physical pain remained, but his inner joy blazed like fire.
To his surprise, he even saw the Heart of the Sun!
It was something like an unhusked corn cob, round at the top and pointed at the bottom, suspended upside down in the air.
It was a red so sweet that one glance made you feel intoxicated.
And the intense heat it emitted made your eyes sting with a single look.
Mo Qi almost cried out in surprise. Indeed, perseverance pays off.
He didn't know if anyone else had achieved this, but he had.
However, upon closer inspection, he felt a pang of disappointment. It seemed he was still some distance from the Heart of the Sun.
At this moment, the vague form in his arms underwent further changes. The shapes of its nose, eyes, and mouth gradually became clearer.
That face, astonishingly beautiful, was finally about to reappear. Mo Qi couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
Thus, he endured the pain in his body and continued to advance.
"You're truly a lunatic, walking forward when your body is about to burn away." A voice suddenly pierced the air.
Mo Qi jumped in surprise. He turned to see Shuo Jin standing not far behind him, his face contorted as if in great pain.
He suddenly became alert. Hadn't this guy intended to ambush him? Why hadn't he attacked?
It turned out Shuo Jin hadn't gone far. He had gone to the outer layers, quickly healed his injuries with his spiritual energy, and then immediately returned.
The flames of hatred in his heart were almost consuming him. He wished he could tear Mo Qi and the Saintess to shreds.
But he knew these two were exceptionally cunning. He had learned his lesson and prepared to ambush them.
To his delight, he soon spotted the two figures ahead.
He didn't alert them but remained hidden, quietly observing what they were doing before seizing an opportunity.
Then, he saw Mo Qi reshaping the Saintess's body and thought it was a good chance.
So, he quietly approached Mo Qi, preparing to strike.
However, to his surprise, as he got closer, Mo Qi picked up the "sleeping" Saintess and walked forward again.
So, he began to chase them rapidly from behind.
But that guy, drawing on some unknown strength, kept walking faster and faster.
He used all his might but couldn't close the distance.
He even began to suspect that the Saintess in Mo Qi's arms was boosting his cultivation, making him swift as a flying horse.
As he walked, despair began to set in. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shorten the distance.
Then, to his horror, he discovered that Mo Qi's body was rapidly melting, his entire form almost consumed by the flames, yet Mo Qi seemed oblivious.
Truly a madman!
He felt Mo Qi was beyond saving, doomed to die.
This was fine, though; it saved him the effort of a fight.
But before Mo Qi died, he wanted to mock him.
So, he said, "You're truly a lunatic, walking forward when your body is about to burn away."
Mo Qi was startled and suddenly looked down. He saw that his body was bloody and mangled in various places, some parts charred. If he looked any longer, he would have fainted.
Fortunately, after just a glance, he quickly took out a healing pill and swallowed it.
Then, his body rapidly recovered, soon filling with vitality and energy.
Shuo Jin watched, dumbfounded. This was too dramatic!
While he was still in a daze, Mo Qi, still holding the Saintess, continued to walk forward, casting spells to perform the final refinement.
By then, the Saintess's face and body had fully recovered.
However, her eyes remained tightly shut, she had no heartbeat, and no breath.
What was going on?
Mo Qi was a little confused.
All the necessary work had been done, yet she still wouldn't wake up. What should he do?
Could it be that she still needed nourishment from the Heart of the Sun?
With this thought, Mo Qi continued to move forward.
Shuo Jin chased after him rapidly. After a while, he noticed his own body melting and was greatly alarmed. He didn't have a pill like Mo Qi's. It was better to be cautious. So, he immediately stopped to recuperate and then continued moving forward after his body recovered.
At this moment, Mo Qi noticed the Saintess's complexion was pale, as white as paper, devoid of any color. He suddenly realized, right, she needed blood.
So, he also stopped and cut a slit in his finger, letting blood flow. However, in this space, the freshly drawn blood instantly turned dry.
With no other option, he placed his finger into the Saintess's mouth, allowing his blood to flow out.
Indeed, the Saintess's face gradually regained color, becoming rosy.
Mo Qi became instantly excited. It seemed the Saintess's awakening was only a matter of time.
However, he suddenly noticed his body rapidly shriveling.
Losing blood in this place was a very serious matter.
He quickly took a pill, but this time, the pill was ineffective, and his body continued to shrink.
He saw his hands becoming like dried twigs, a chilling sight. He quickly averted his gaze, daring not to look.
At this moment, the Saintess slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Mo Qi's appearance, and she was startled.
Putting herself in his shoes, she realized how much hardship and effort Mo Qi had endured before she woke up.
She immediately asked anxiously, "How can I help you?"