The external refinement and creation are handed over to Isis, while the internal maintenance and catalysis are up to oneself.

The external Xihe Furnace and the internal Non-attack Matrix, both sides work together, through their close coordination, balancing the pressure and controlling the heat, maintaining the pressure at just the right critical point.

Just like refining reheating.

As long as this state can be maintained, then the Transformation of the Unquenchable Firewood could be several hundred to a thousand times under normal conditions.

In an instant, it felt like falling into Hell.

The moment the faint Flame Light appeared from the void, violent high heat erupted from the Blood of the Melting Furnace, converging the exterior high temperature and the blood heat indiscriminately, while Ji Jue's perception seemed to expand from within the body, spreading throughout the entire furnace along the connection of the Matrix and the Spiritual Circuit.

For the first time, falling into the furnace as a creation.

The feeling was so novel.

But unexpectedly, there was no fear or unease; instead, it was like returning home, filled with unprecedented peace and tranquility.

"Are you there, Isis?"

"I am here."

In the perception of the soul, countless points of light rose and flowed, like a galaxy, surrounding him, dazzling and brilliant, so magnificent.

Like an embrace.

Careful, so gentle.

"I am here, sir."

She said, "I am right beside you."

"Then let's get started," Ji Jue laughed, "Let me see your limits!"

"As you wish, sir."

Amidst the surging and spreading of the fierce flame, Isis's voice was still gentle: "However, even so, I still need to remind you..."

"What?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

At that moment, amidst the countless star-like brilliant flashes, emerged undisguised coldness and cruelty, like a beauty withholding her smile, frowning coldly:

"...This is what you asked for!"

Boom!!!

In the muffled thunder of the furnace running at full capacity, the rippling Flame Light suddenly spurted, exploding!

In the gradually increasing high temperature, a sharp and slender Spiritual Jet appeared from the void, under the operation of the Spirit of Workshop, like a sharp blade, piercing into Ji Jue's body!

Following the connection of the Spiritual Circuit and Matrix, breaking through the barrier between flesh and soul, forcibly and brazenly penetrating the two that were about to merge, followed by the second, third, fourth...

Countless Spiritual Jets, like scalpel and long needles, tearing flesh, ravaging bones, roaming within the flesh under the premise of not causing irreparable damage, slowly yet cruelly began catalyzing.

As if executed by slow slicing.

Allowing Ji Jue to scream, howl, cry and moan.

Throughout, unshaken!

As if Ji Jue never said stop from beginning to end...

In the seemingly eternal hour, the temperature of the furnace cycled, probing Ji Jue's limits through trial after trial, driving the operation of the Blood of the Melting Furnace.

The faint light of the Unquenchable Firewood flickered, circulating between flesh and soul, from slow to swift, until at last, like countless tiny rivers, vaguely outlining a complex loop, linking the two as one.

Until the firelight was extinguished, and the furnace door slowly opened.

In the darkness, the sound of low footsteps came, stumbling forward, step by step, reentering daylight...

As if skeletal remains walking out of Hell.

Carrying flames that never cease to burn.

Under the shroud of fierce flame, all was pitch black, making it difficult to discern Ji Jue's appearance, with Blood of the Melting Furnace slowly seeping from beneath broken skin, aiding the firewood.

And in the opening and closing eyes, Flame Light rose.

That appearance, thinner and thinner than before, like dry bones, entirely changed.

At this moment, raising emaciated hands, gazing downward, clenching silently, the sound of metal friction came from between the fingers.

Then, all the Flame Light extinguished, gray-black color rapidly peeled off the skin like shedding, revealing large burns and broken marks.

But soon, the burn marks began to quickly fade.

The cracks closed, leaving only a faint trace of blood.

Beside the furnace, the Little Ox napping tilted its head in confusion, carefully observing his appearance, as if sniffing, soon extending its tongue to lick Ji Jue's face.

Hmm, charred and crispy, with a whiff of scoundrel, definitely its master.

It withdrew its gaze and continued to lie back down.

"How do you feel, sir?" Isis asked.

"Hmm, refreshing like streaking," Ji Jue moved his body, reaching to peel off the bits of carbonized skin, revealing the color of the flesh beneath, which wriggled slightly as if growing, gradually recovering at a slow but visible pace.

But immediately, before he could continue speaking, he bent over involuntarily, opening his mouth.

"Ugh—"

A large amount of residual grease and not yet fully decomposed iron sand clumps were vomited out with blood and stomach acid, in a very sorry state. Yet Ji Jue looked at it, nodding in satisfaction: "That's enough, digested seventy to eighty percent, and next time the proportion can be adjusted again."

"Seems the condition is normal."

Isis asked, "What are the gains?"

"Just as expected."

Ji Jue laughed, raising his hands and clashing them together, the sound of metal collision becoming increasingly clear, high-pitched, buzzing endlessly!

After such intense addition and catalysis, the speed of flesh transformation greatly increased, and under Ji Jue's allocation and promotion, the progress in some places was nearing completion.

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