The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

The most frequently used weapon by cultivators in the Three Realms for alchemy and weapon crafting is naturally the Samadhi True Fire.

This is an extremely powerful Taoist supernatural ability, the extent of which depends entirely on the depth of the caster's cultivation.

The so-called Samadhi refers to the upper Samadhi of the divine fire, the middle Samadhi of the essence fire, and the lower Samadhi of the vital energy fire. Only when the three are combined can true fire be formed.

Its essence is to use one's own "essence," "qi," and "spirit" as fuel; the stronger the fuel, the fiercer the fire.

Song Yi is now stationed on the Broom Star. Although he can unleash the power of a Golden Immortal by borrowing the essence of the star, he is ultimately a True Spirit on the list and lacks a perfect primordial spirit. Therefore, he naturally cannot ignite the Samadhi True Fire.

"It seems we'll have to find another way."

Song Yi looked up into the depths of the void.

At this moment, the comet had already swept across the territory of the Northern Xuanwu Star Cluster, trailing a long tail as it sped toward the Southern Zhuque Star Cluster.

"The Southern Bright Fire is also one of the innate divine fires, far surpassing the Samadhi True Fire. It seems that we have no choice but to swallow our pride and ask the seven southern constellations of Well, Ghost, Willow, and Star for help."

Song Yi thought to himself, "I will ride the stars and continue south."

After traveling through the void for an unknown period of time, at the end of their vision, a colossal image of the Vermilion Bird, stretching for billions of miles and outlined by endless crimson nebulae, came into view.

It stretches across the starry sky, its wings poised to take flight, radiating a terrifying pressure that could burn the entire world.

The comet transformed into a streak of light, passing through the wings of the Vermilion Bird's phantom.

After walking for a while, a magnificent palace appeared in the center of the starry sky.

Above the palace gate, the three large characters "Vermilion Bird Palace" gleamed brightly.

In front of the palace, several fierce heavenly generals clad in red armor stood guard, each wielding a halberd.

Song Yi stepped forward and revealed his identity as a Star Lord. The evil spirits dared not delay and immediately let him pass.

Upon entering the main hall, one could see the two star lords, Jingmuhan and Yihuoshe, sitting behind their desks, handling the affairs of the Southern Star Region.

"Greetings, two Star Lords!" Song Yi bowed respectfully.

"What brings you to my Vermilion Bird Palace today, Lord Broom Star?"

Jingmu Han put down the jade slip in his hand, smiled, and stood up to greet him.

"To be honest, I have come here specifically to request a wisp of Nanming Fire for refining weapons," Song Yi said bluntly.

"I thought it was something difficult; this is easy!"

The winged fire serpent chuckled and snapped its fingers crisply.

call!

The void trembled, and a wisp of flame the size of a fist appeared out of thin air.

The flames shone brilliantly, faintly transforming into a soaring firebird, emitting a clear chirping sound, and the surrounding space was instantly scorched and distorted.

Nanming Li Fire is the true fire of the Li position in the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Heaven, and it is also the natal divine fire of the Vermilion Bird clan, a divine beast, possessing the power to burn rivers and boil seas.

Upon seeing this, Song Yi immediately summoned the Seven Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda.

The primordial energy descended, carefully guiding the leaping firebird into the tower.

The existence of the Seven Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda had already spread throughout most of the Heavenly Court during the battle with the Southern Plague Envoy.

For ordinary immortals and gods, innate spiritual treasures may be the supreme treasures.

But for deities originating from the three religions, this is not something unattainable.

Especially after the Investiture of the Gods, the True Spirit was listed on the list, but the path to the Great Dao was severed, and he would never be able to make any progress in his life.

For them, innate spiritual treasures are no longer of much value; they might not even be as convenient as their own innate divine artifacts.

Feeling the immense heat emanating from within the tower, Song Yi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's actually the elite of the Southern Ming Blade Fire? How can this be?"

The Winged Fire Serpent waved its hand casually: "Broom Star Lord, you don't need to be so polite. My Star Lord Dharma Form was originally forged from the elites of the Southern Ming Dynasty. A wisp of it is nothing to mention."

Jingmu Han, standing to the side, laughed and said, "If the Broom Star Lord is willing, he can send some strongmen and fairies to serve. This Vermilion Bird Palace is located in a remote southern region and is indeed a bit deserted. We are also hoping for more people."

"That was indeed my oversight," Song Yi readily agreed.

After exchanging pleasantries, the atmosphere became quite harmonious.

Song Yi looked around and asked curiously, "Where are the other star lords?"

Jingmu Han said, "Gui Su and Liu Su were summoned by Emperor Ziwei to hunt giant beasts in the starry sky."

"I see."

Song Yi nodded slightly, understanding in his heart.

At the height of the ancient Demon Court, Emperor Jun and Taiyi reigned supreme, commanding ten Demon Saints, three hundred and sixty-five Great Luo Demon Gods, and fourteen thousand Taiyi Demon Generals, with their demon soldiers numbering in the hundreds of millions!

The Wu tribe, which rules the land, is no less powerful than the demon tribe. The twelve ancestral witches roar across the heavens and earth, and their soldiers and generals are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, making their numbers immeasurable.

That great calamity of the lich was so fierce that the heavens and earth trembled, and almost all the creatures of both races perished in the battle, with rivers of blood flowing everywhere.

Those corpses and essences drifted in the vast starry sky, and after endless years and the nourishment of the boundless star power, they gradually evolved into the race of stellar beasts.

They are enormous and are born with the ability to devour stars and tear apart the void.

Over the years, Song Yi had also seen several colossal cosmic beasts, as imposing as mountains and as powerful as peaks.

Before the Investiture of the Gods, the Jade Emperor personally oversaw the Thirty-Three Heavens to suppress the Great Void and prevent these giant beasts from wreaking havoc on the Three Realms.

After the deification, the celestial stars took turns guarding the Milky Way to ensure that they would not enter the celestial realm and harm the celestial and mortal worlds.

After exchanging a few more casual words, Song Yi bid farewell to the Vermilion Bird Palace and rode his escape light back to the Broom Star.

After obtaining the "General Outline of Taiqing Purple Mansion Refining", he studied it repeatedly and gained a lot.

His comprehension has increased by 12%, and his talent for weapon crafting has improved by 30%. Many things that were once obscure and difficult to understand are now clear.

As he threw the several magical treasures and divine weapons he had accumulated into the furnace to melt and recast them, his ten fingers kept forming hand seals, and intricate array patterns and restrictions were continuously imprinted into them like swimming dragons.

This training lasted for three whole years.

One day, a seven-colored cloud of smoke suddenly rose from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and faint celestial music could be heard from the void.

"It's done!"

Song Yi gave a soft shout and rolled up his sleeves.

Nine battle flags burst from the furnace, fluttering in the wind.

These banners shimmered with a bluish light, neither made of silk nor hemp, their material unknown. A wisp of water vapor swirled and moved across their surfaces, creating a hazy, dreamlike effect that was difficult to discern clearly.

If his understanding of the Innate Cosmic Light Array had not reached its pinnacle, it would have been impossible for him to refine all nine array flags in just three years.

"Festival!"

Song Yi pointed his fingers like a sword at the void.

The nine array flags instantly dispersed, protecting Song Yi in the center according to the nine palaces.

In an instant, a vast and boundless power surged into the sky, attempting to communicate with some ineffable being in the darkness.

Rumble!

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi's mind focused, and he felt a vast, immeasurably long river vaguely appearing above his head.

It is that river of time!

It began to surge from the very beginning of chaos, flowing endlessly towards the unknowable distance.

Since the creation of the world by Pangu, all the changes and countless eras of rise and fall in the universe have slowly evolved along this long river.

At this moment, the Primordial Light Array was operating at full power, its array flags fluttering loudly, forcefully tearing a gap at the edge of the River of Time.

Finally, a fist-sized, crystal-clear ball of true water leaped out from the waves of the long river and slowly fell into the great formation.

Zhouguang True Water!

Without this, the Primordial Light Array would be a formless entity.