Holding a child-bearing system, seducing all the handsome male cultivators in the wilderness

Zhongrong was amazed at Li Wanji's rapid growth and comprehension. Such wisdom was rare in the fairy world. Even he, the God of the Sun who had experienced vicissitudes of life for 100,000 years, had to look at her with new eyes.

He nodded secretly in his heart and had higher expectations for Li Wanji.

Little did they know that Li Wanji's talent was acquired. She absorbed the blood essence of the nine attributes of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice and darkness from all her husbands, and her body contained unprecedented diverse energy.

She has also given birth to many children, and each birth is an extreme tempering of her body and soul, making her physique and understanding far beyond ordinary people.

Now, with the blessing of "Golden Crow Burning Heaven Art", he is even more powerful and has unlimited potential.

It was at this moment that Li Wanji felt that the true fire of the Chiyang Realm was no longer an insurmountable obstacle for her, but a source of power that she could approach and utilize.

Even without the 'Eight Immortals Spiritual Robe' and the 'Scorching Sun Fire-avoiding Beads', she seemed to be able to safely travel through this blazing Sun Palace.

However, she did not dare to take the risk and wait until she cultivated "Golden Crow Burning Heaven Art" to a higher level before trying it again.

"Arong, thank you for teaching me this magical skill."

Zhongrong said nothing, but just gave a gentle smile, his eyes full of approval for Li Wanji.

Li Wanji couldn't resist Zhongrong's gentle gaze, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

Although he is a god who has lived for tens of thousands of years, he is extraordinarily handsome, especially his golden eyes. There is not a single sinister trace in them, but only warmth and depth. He can see through people's hearts and embrace everything.

Even the golden hair color looked particularly dazzling yet soft on his head, as if it was the brightest sunrise in the sky, making it impossible to look away.

That’s right, he himself is the god of the sun, shining brightly, and naturally has the charm that attracts all things.

In the following seven days, under the guidance of Zhongrong, Li Wanji practiced "The Art of the Golden Crow Burning the Sky" day and night.

The power of the sun in her body grew stronger day by day. Not only could she control the sun's true fire with ease, she even began to try to integrate it into her attacks and defenses.

Zhong Rong saw it all and was delighted. If he could really train this girl to be a talent, maybe she could really be the key to unlocking his light shackles and divine handcuffs.

He has been locked in this Palace of the Sun for endless years, controlling the boundless true fire of the sun day after day, maintaining the alternation of day and night in the world, and his heart has long been tired of this loneliness and restraint.

The appearance of Li Wanji was like a breeze that blew away the haze in his heart and rekindled his desire for freedom.

He began to teach Li Wanji more attentively, not only teaching her the more advanced Golden Crow Burning Heaven Secret Method, but also sharing his unique insights into fire, the way of heaven, and all things in the universe.

During these seven days, the relationship between Li Wanji and Zhongrong also quietly changed.

From the initial awe and distance, it gradually turned into mutual respect and understanding, and even gave rise to indescribable feelings.

"Wan Ji, do you know how many colors the sun has?"

Li Wanji was slightly startled when she heard this, then she shook her head slightly.

Her attention had always been focused on training and improving her own strength, and she was indeed a little caught off guard by such a romantic and profound question.

“The color of the sun is not just red, but contains a myriad of colors. From the gentle orange-yellow at sunrise, to the blazing golden yellow at noon, to the gorgeous purple-red at sunset, it changes every moment, showing a different beauty every moment.”

As Zhongrong spoke, he raised his hand and gathered a spiritual power, then waved it lightly towards the sky curtain. Suddenly, the light in the entire Sun Palace seemed to be rewoven.

The originally single golden light gradually showed distinct layers of colors, from orange to golden yellow, and then to purple, like a flowing painting of light and shadow, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

Who can resist the temptation of such beauty and deep affection?

Li Wanji looked at the ever-changing and colorful light, and a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes.

She had never seen such delicate and grand natural beauty, and she had never imagined that the God of the Sun had such a gentle and delicate side.

"Wan Ji, does it look good?" Zhong Rong's voice was so gentle that it seemed like water could drip out of it.

Li Wanji stared at the scene in amazement: "It's beautiful. I have never seen such a magnificent sight. It seems that all the colors of the universe are gathered here."

Zhongrong smiled slightly, and that smile was like the spring sun, warm and bright.

“The beauty of this world is often hidden in the most unexpected places. Just like you and me, we were originally two parallel lines, but were intertwined by the arrangement of fate.”

Li Wanji's heart was gently touched, and gentle ripples appeared.

She stared at Zhongrong, and at this moment, she seemed to understand the thousands of words in his eyes, those about loneliness, desire, and expectations for the future.

She suddenly had an urge to hug him, but unfortunately her skills were not yet perfect, and she could not break through the fiery chains that bound him.

But this emotion burned in her heart like a flame, and she couldn't suppress it.

Zhongrong was afraid that she would be lonely, so he set up the canopy to cheer her up. Seeing her so moved, Zhongrong's heart softened inexplicably.

"Wan Ji, although you can't touch me, I can feel your feelings. In these long years, I have you by my side. Even if I am chained, I still feel that time is gentle."

Li Wanji's eyes were filled with tears: "Arong, I will work hard to practice, untie your restraints as soon as possible, and see the beauty of this world with you side by side."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Forty-nine days later, Li Wanji finally mastered the "Golden Crow Burning Heaven Art".

The true fire of the sun around her was like a spirit snake, winding and moving around, both obedient and agile, as if it had merged into one with her, changing unpredictably, sometimes fiercely and sometimes gently, depending on her wishes.

There are nine circles of light shackles in total. At this moment, Li Wanji can already cross seven circles and reach in front of Zhongrong and get in close contact with him.

He was chained to the sacred pillar, with the golden chain piercing his scapula, holding him firmly in place.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, Li Wanji's heart couldn't help but tremble violently when she saw this scene.

She couldn't imagine how Zhongrong had spent so many long years in such pain.

"A Rong..." she called softly, her eyes full of heartache.

Zhong Rong just smiled slightly, as if he was used to it: "Wan Ji, you really didn't disappoint me."

Li Wanji walked to the sacred pillar and reached out to touch the chains.

The true fire of the sun danced on her fingertips, and she tried to use her newly cultivated skills to melt those seemingly indestructible chains.

However, the runes on the chains seemed to have life and began to flash a faint blue light, resisting the melting of the sun's true fire.

"This is..." Li Wanji frowned.

"These are the seal runes of the ancient true gods." Zhong Rong explained, "It is not easy to unlock them."

"Wan Ji, don't be anxious, let me take a good look at you first."