Now,
Holding the two Supreme Dao bones in his hands, he showed not the slightest hesitation. To him, treasures bestowed by heaven were no different from ordinary materials—valuable only insofar as they could be refined and made his own.
With a single thought, the All-Refining Devil Fire surged forth... Pure black flames bloomed in his palms, carrying an aura of absolute. The moment the fire wrapped around the Dao bones, they began to tremble violently. Brilliant light erupted as ancient dao patterns surfaced, resisting with instinctive defiance, as though the will of heaven itself was struggling against destruction.
For a brief moment, the radiance of the Supreme Dao flared to its peak, glowing brightly, then it was swallowed.
Under the devil fire's refinement, the bones did not burn like mortal objects. Instead, they softened, cracked, and gradually dissolved, their rigid forms collapsing into streams of pure Supreme Dao essence.
