Three-Two-Nine Super Heat Energy [Second Update] Nine Yang True Flame Iron! Gan Jing confirmed it; the metal his eyes beheld was indeed Nine Yang True Flame Iron! A material that could be forged into Soul Weapons! A peculiar metal that naturally attracts, stores, and radiates heat, yet resists melting even in a furnace—tossing it into a volcano would only cause it to absorb more thermal energy, transforming it into Extreme Flame Dragon Heart Iron.

A gust of fierce wind swept across the bodies of the Fiery Violent Cacti once more. Gan Jing’s pupils contracted again. A Dou Stone Vein! Normally, Dou Stone Veins are buried deep underground, but this one lay exposed, merely beneath a thin layer of sand.

It was as if wishes were granted! Gan Jing quietly opened his Dou Realm and slowly drew out the mysterious potion within, carefully observing the surrounding environment.

The wind direction in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea was notoriously unreliable. One second it might blow north, the next it could shift south. Sometimes the wind would blow purely north for three whole days before suddenly veering west.

Wait! He could only wait for the next gust, and it had to be a tailwind!

A strong breeze began to stir the sand sea again. Gan Jing secretly praised his luck today; the wind came exactly when he wished. He decisively uncorked the vial in his hand.

In the arid heat, the scent of an impending heavy rain suddenly arose, swiftly spreading outward, expanding further and further.

The quiet Fiery Violent Cacti suddenly became agitated! Piercing shrieks erupted from within their bodies.

Gan Jing looked curiously at the Cacti. These plants intensely feared rainwater; they usually fled immediately upon sensing any trace of rain. Why were they acting so violently today? They clearly seemed to want to leave, yet they stubbornly refused to move?

Won't leave? Then let's add more ingredients! Gan Jing opened the second bottle, the third bottle, the fourth...

Suddenly, one cactus among the group of Fiery Violent Cacti let out a strange cry, and the others quickly followed it, fleeing deep into the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea.

They’re finally gone! Gan Jing let out a long sigh, quickly turning and sprinting in the opposite direction. Even if the rain scent drove these Cacti into the depths of the Sand Sea, they would likely stop after covering a certain distance. He had to take everything he could before they returned.

The Dou Heart consciousness manipulated frantically; the Dou Qi within his body instantly accelerated to its absolute limit! Pan Hongji’s eyelids twitched violently. The Eye of Myriad Comprehension could see through Gan Jing’s power level, but not his true combat potential. That instantaneous burst of rotational speed, driven by the Dou Heart, approached thirty thousand revolutions per second!

Setting aside the volume of Dou Qi, even Zhu Mo Yizhan would be no match for Gan Jing! Zhu Mo Yizhan’s rotation speed was twenty thousand revolutions; the addition of the Bloodline Warrior enhancement made twenty-five thousand exceptional, but thirty thousand? How could this young man’s Dou Apertures and Dou Meridians withstand the tearing force generated by such rotation?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thick sand ground buckled under the counter-force of Gan Jing’s Dou Qi and strength, sending towering pillars of sand surging upward, propelling his body forward at high speed—the momentum resembled a meteor crashing down from the sky onto the earth.

A series of sand pillars erupted from the ground of the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea. Lucifer Liushui stared blankly at Gan Jing operating at full power. Was he truly just an ordinary warrior?

“Faster!” Gan Jing dug his feet into the sand to halt his sprint, kicking up a small localized rain of sand as he urgently shouted, “Quick! Quick! Quick! They left, but they could return at any moment!”

In an instant, in a small section of the vast Ancient Desolate Sand Sea, two Fallen Angel Bloodline Warriors instantly activated their forms; their black wings exuded an aura of mystery and immense power.

Duan Fengbu’er’s Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline was also fully unleashed. A deep, prison-like aura vaguely emanated from him—the combined might of the Serpent King Demon Core and the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline, the aura of the Serpent Emperor, mixed together.

Fen Tu Kuangge silently unleashed his Dou Qi to its maximum! His skin subtly reflected a metallic sheen, and the muscles, in that moment of tension, even produced faint, grating, squeaking sounds.

Pan Hongji stared dumbfounded at the others surrounding Gan Jing. What were these people? Besides the young man from the Fen Tu family and Gan Jing himself, everyone else was a Bloodline Awakener! And two of them possessed the Fallen Angel Bloodline—Nightmare Warriors!

My stars! Pan Hongji felt his heart constrict. This area was within the territory of the Zhen Ce Dynasty, yet two Fallen Angel Bloodline Warriors had appeared! And one of them... was of the royal line... The other... was a mixed-blood!

A human-demon hybrid had actually obtained the power of the Fallen Angel Bloodline? Pan Hongji secretly clenched his fist. This was a major event! Another secret surrounding Gan Jing!

That mixed-blood rarely spoke; the whole impression he gave was that of a blade hidden in a sheath! He always deferred to Gan Jing’s actions. Was he Gan Jing's sword?

Historically, it was always Bloodline Warriors who took subordinates! Pan Hongji was deeply shaken. Though the people by Gan Jing’s side weren't his formal subordinates, their connection seemed far more intimate than that of master and servant.

Sand pillars of various sizes erupted sequentially across the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea, the ochre grains whipping wildly in the impact of the Dou Qi.

The Demon Core of a Three-Eyed Sand Lion Beast!

Gan Jing reached the destination without pausing, bending down to swiftly retrieve that specific core, the one discarded by the Fiery Violent Cacti, and stuffed it into the Dou Realm. He pivoted on his heel and struck out with his palm, using the resulting wind to sweep away a layer of sand near his feet, revealing a Dou Crystal!

A fist-sized Dou Crystal, brimming with Dou Energy!

Lucifer Liushui bent down without reservation in front of Gan Jing; her full breasts occasionally flashed in the V-neck opening, constantly radiating an alluring charm. “A First-Grade Dou Crystal. While not a peak crystal, it’s still a Dou Crystal.” Gan Jing nodded lightly. Recently, as he continuously interacted with high-level warriors and met more people knowledgeable about warrior affairs, he had heard much about them.

Tenth-Grade Dou Stones gradually crystalize into Dou Crystals as their stored Dou Energy grows. But Dou Crystals were still tiered. A freshly condensed crystalized Dou Crystal was a First-Grade Dou Crystal.

A Second-Grade Dou Crystal was vastly superior to a First-Grade one in both stored energy volume and purity, and a Third-Grade was better still; a Tenth-Grade Dou Crystal was the absolute peak!

However, Tenth-Grade Dou Crystals were always deeply buried, never once exposed to sunlight.

Gan Jing didn't dare hope for a Tenth-Grade crystal. Discovering a Dou Stone Vein at all was a stroke of luck; he’d be happy even if everything was just raw stone, let alone finding numerous Dou Crystals here.

The five of them unleashed their full combat strength, bending down to snatch the Dou Crystals and Dou Stones, racing against time. Gan Jing had already explained on the way how terrifying the Fiery Violent Cacti were; if it wasn't necessary, it was best to avoid conflict with those monsters.

A Third-Grade Dou Crystal! Gan Jing blew away a patch of yellow sand, his eyes shining as he blinked repeatedly at the crystal beneath his feet. He was truly lucky this time.

For a Demon Subduing Warrior, a First-Grade Dou Crystal could still last a long time, even for a Fifth-Rank Demon Subduing Warrior.

But now, with the emergence of the Dou Heart, the immense suction generated during its activation indicated that a First-Grade Dou Crystal would definitely not last as long as previously imagined. The speed at which the Dou Heart drew Dou Energy from the crystal was entirely different from the rate before the Dou Heart existed.

If the time before the Dou Heart was a small stream, then with the Dou Heart, it was a raging river! And not just any river—a tumultuous torrent.

Any amount of Dou Energy entering the body, after being refined by the Dou Heart, instantly transformed into pure, clean Dou Qi, skipping many of the preliminary steps of refining Dou Energy into Dou Qi.

Chek Fu Li Chi’s hands flew, even using his wings behind him. With a gentle brush, he flicked the Dou Stones out of the sand and directly ushered them into his Dou Realm.

Five people! Gan Jing, Chek Fu Li Chi, and Lucifer Liushui, the three possessing Dou Realms, watched as the Dou Stones and Crystals tumbled into their respective realms.

Gan Jing suddenly noticed the piece of metal not far from him—the Nine Yang True Flame Iron! He had been distracted by the Dou Crystals and almost forgot the object here with the greatest value!

Compared to these Dou Crystals, the value of the Nine Yang True Flame Iron was immeasurably greater. Even if it wasn't forged into a Soul Weapon, if forged into a Dou Weapon, the resulting armament could even surpass a Tenth-Grade Dou Weapon—a peculiar weapon existing between Soul Weapons and Dou Weapons.

If the Nine Yang True Flame Iron were tossed into magma and miraculously didn't melt, evolving into a higher-grade metal, Gan Jing suspected it could even be a material for forging Sacred Artifacts.

A metal of this caliber was enough to incite large-scale contention, mobilizing significant forces from an entire family just to obtain it.

Gan Jing bent down, pushing the Wind Cloud Movement technique to its limit. The instant his five fingers gripped the metal, he felt an intensely hot current surge into his body—it felt less like grasping metal and more like plunging his hand into boiling lava.

Hot! Painful!

Gan Jing had never felt such heat and pain. The temperature of this metal far exceeded his previous estimations and imagination. In just one instant, he could faintly smell the scent of flesh being cooked in the air.

Dou Realm! Gan Jing flicked his wrist, tossing the metal into the Dou Realm at the fastest speed possible. Turning his palm back, he saw countless blisters rising on his right hand, emitting the distinct smell of scorched flesh. Beyond the blisters, his palm was faintly blackened, as if the flesh had been instantly carbonized by the intense heat.

What kind of heat was this? Even with the dual protection of the Wind Cloud Movement technique and the Dou Heart consciousness, his hand was scalded this badly? Gan Jing painfully tugged at the corners of his mouth. If this thing were used in combat, thrown directly at someone’s face, it would likely instantly disfigure them, right?

With the Nine Yang True Flame Iron safely stored in the Dou Realm, the surrounding Fire Rats looked up at Gan Jing.

They emitted a series of piercing squeaks.

Gan Jing smiled. These Fire Rats particularly loved high heat and possessed rudimentary fire magic; they were considered low-tier magical beasts. Killing them for their cores held some value, but today...

Rumble!

Beneath the golden sand, a colossal sand pillar, five meters in diameter, suddenly erupted toward the sky! The sand within a radius of dozens of meters seemed to come alive, churning and swirling madly.