The moment the Golden Core was in her grasp, Song Ciwan felt as if she was holding a red-hot branding iron!
No, to describe the Golden Core's current temperature as a branding iron would be an understatement.
If it were a real branding iron, given Song Ciwan's Flesh and Blood Slaughter Body Refining Realm, she wouldn't have reacted at all.
Never mind a branding iron—even molten steel from a furnace or an underground sea of fire, she could withstand with the formidable physique granted by her Flesh and Blood Slaughter realm.
But this freshly extracted Golden Core in her hand gave Song Ciwan an utterly scorching sensation in that instant!
For a moment, a terrifying urge surfaced—to shove this Golden Core into her mouth and swallow it.
In her Sea of Consciousness, the Samadhi True Fire blazed. Beneath it, the Heart Demon Seed struggled and writhed. The tiny sprout at its tip suddenly snapped, as if cleaving a ray of light through infinite distortion and chaos!
