Chapter 6296 - 6300
“But you…” Yun Quan frowned.
“My chaotic power can devour all power, including heavenly fire,” Kai said. “The Heavenly Fire Pit isn’t as dangerous to me as you imagine.” What
he didn’t say was that the source of supreme fire within him also craved heavenly fire.
It was the power of flame that had been accumulating since the Celestial Realm, dormant deep within his bloodline. He could feel the source of supreme fire within him trembling when the aura of the Heavenly Fire Pit appeared within his perception range.
Excited.
Hungry.
Yun Quan looked into Kai’s eyes and remained silent for a long time.
“Mr. Chen, are you sure?”
Kai nodded.
“Okay.” Yun Quan didn’t try to persuade him further. “We’ll wait for you outside. One incense stick’s time. If you don’t come out within one incense stick’s time, we’ll rush in.”
Kai smiled: “Okay.”
After one incense stick’s time, Yun Quan personally led three hundred ghost warriors toward the eastern section of the Netherworld Mountains.
Kai carried Xiao You and handed her over to an old woman.
“Xiao You, Uncle is going out for a bit, I’ll be back soon.”
Xiao You tugged at his sleeve, refusing to let go. “Uncle Chen, you’re lying. They all say the Heavenly Fire Pit is dangerous, and once you go in, you can’t come out.”
Kai squatted down, looking into her eyes.
“Xiao You, do you believe Uncle?”
Xiao You nodded.
“Then Uncle will tell you, Uncle will definitely come back. When Uncle comes back, I’ll tell you a story.”
Xiao You hesitated for a long time before finally letting go.
“Then you must come back.”
“I will.”
Kai stood up, turned around, and caught up with the group.
Behind him, Xiao You stood at the city gate, hugging her doll, watching his figure disappear into the black mist.
…
The Heavenly Fire Pit is located in the eastern section of the Netherworld Mountains, about half a day’s journey from the Netherworld Moon Kingdom.
Yun Quan led the group through the mountains, walking faster and faster, more and more urgently.
His face grew increasingly grim, because he could feel Yun Xi’s aura weakening.
“Faster!” he shouted, “Faster!”
The ghost warriors gritted their teeth, running with all their might.
Finally, after crossing the last mountain ridge, they saw the Heavenly Fire Pit.
Kai’s breath caught in his throat.
It wasn’t a pit.
It was a sea.
A sea made of flames.
Crimson flames surged, burned, and roared at the bottom of the enormous pit, covering the land for thousands of miles around.
The temperature of the flames was extremely high; even standing on the ridge, dozens of miles from the edge of the pit, Kai could still feel the scorching heat hitting him.
The color of the flames constantly changed: crimson, orange-yellow, golden-white, and dark blue—each color representing a different temperature.
The flames at the very center had become almost transparent white, a color so high that even light was distorted.
Within the flames, something was moving.
They were Heavenly Fire Beasts.
Their bodies were formed from condensed flames, and they came in various shapes.
Some resembled dragons, some tigers, some birds, and some fish.
They moved through the Heavenly Fire, emitting deep roars that shook the mountain ridges.
And on a rocky platform near the northern edge of the Heavenly Fire Pit, Kai saw two familiar figures.
Yun Xi and Jiang Xuelan.
They leaned against a massive rock, surrounded by an ice-blue light shield.
It was a shield formed from Jiang Xuelan’s Ice God power.
The shield was constantly melting under the scorching flames, and Jiang Xuelan was continuously injecting new power to maintain it.
Yun Xi leaned against Jiang Xuelan, covered in blood.
Her left arm hung limply at her side, her Ghost Blade stuck in the ground in front of her, its blade riddled with cracks.
Before them stood a horde of Heavenly Fire Beasts.
At least twenty of them.
They surrounded the ice shield, ramming it with their bodies and scorching the ice surface with their flames.
The shield was already covered with dense cracks, on the verge of shattering.
“Xi’er!” Yun Quan’s voice trembled.
He turned to Kai, his eyes filled with pleading.
Kai didn’t speak.
He raised his hand, purple chaotic power gathering in his palm.
Then, he slapped Yun Quan’s shoulder.
Yun Quan’s body jolted violently, a gentle force pushing him back onto the ridge.
“Wait outside,” Kai said.
Then, he leaped into the Heavenly Fire Pit.
A long trail of purple light traced its path through the pit.
Kai didn’t use the Dragon-Slaying Sword; it had been damaged in the spatial storm, and he didn’t want to burden it further in this place.
He simply clenched his fist, gathering chaotic power at his knuckles, and then unleashed a punch.
The first Heavenly Fire Beast pounced head-on, its body resembling a giant, burning tiger, its jaws agape as it lunged at Kai.
Kai slammed his fist into its head.
The purple fist energy collided with the heavenly fire, erupting in a blinding light. The
Heavenly Fire Beast’s head shattered instantly under the devouring power of chaotic energy, turning into a shower of sparks.
Before its body even fell, the second and third Heavenly Fire Beasts pounced.
Kai didn’t retreat.
His fists rained down like a storm, each punch carrying the devouring power of chaotic energy.
The Heavenly Fire Beasts were as fragile as paper before the chaotic power; one punch after another, they fell one by one.
Wherever the purple light passed, the Heavenly Fire Beasts shattered, turning into sparks that scattered in all directions.
But there were simply too many Heavenly Fire Beasts.
They surged in from all directions, endless and relentless, impossible to kill.
Wounds began to appear on Kai’s body; the claws of the Heavenly Fire Beasts tore through his arms, their teeth pierced his shoulders, and their tails lashed his back.
Golden blood dripped, evaporating into golden mist as the Heavenly Fire swept away.
But Kai didn’t stop.
His eyes were fixed on the distant rocky platform, on the two familiar figures.
Yun Xi sensed something, looked up, and saw the purple light.
Her eyes reddened.
” Kai…”
Jiang Xuelan also looked up, watching the approaching purple light, a slight smile playing on her lips.
“It’s here.”
When Kai was still a hundred feet from the platform, the largest Heavenly Fire Beast appeared.
It was ten times larger than the other Heavenly Fire Beasts, its body no longer crimson, but almost transparent white.
It resembled a dragon, with two burning horns on its head and two bottomless fiery holes in its eyes.
Its aura was that of a True Immortal Realm Fifth Grade.
Heavenly Fire Beast King.
It stood between Kai and the platform, its jaws wide open, unleashing a deafening roar.
The roar contained the power of heavenly fire, the sound waves transforming into a tangible shockwave of flames that swept towards Kai.
Kai didn’t dodge.
He charged forward into the flames, chaotic energy coalescing into a layer of purple armor on his body.
The flames struck the armor, being devoured, transformed, and absorbed by the chaotic energy.
The Heavenly Fire Beast King’s eyes flickered; it seemed to sense something—a power within this human that unsettled it.
But it didn’t retreat.
It opened its jaws, lunging at Kai.
Kai didn’t use his fist.
He extended his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the Heavenly Fire Beast King’s gaping maw.
Then, the source of supreme fire within him awakened.
It was the source of supreme fire that had begun accumulating in the Celestial Realm—the supreme fire of the demon race, the fire of the earth’s core… countless flame powers slumbered deep within his bloodline. Now, awakened by the power of the Heavenly Fire Pit, they were like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes.
Purple chaotic power and golden supreme fire essence converged in his palm, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light.
The pillar shot into the Heavenly Fire Beast King’s mouth, pierced its body, and exited from its tail.
The Heavenly Fire Beast King froze.
Its body began to crumble, starting from its head, turning into sparks bit by bit.
It let out a low hiss, a hiss containing anger, resentment, and a hint of fear.
Then, it vanished.
Countless sparks scattered like fireflies, dyeing the entire Heavenly Fire Pit golden.
Kai landed on the platform, his legs buckling, almost collapsing to his knees.
Yun Xi rushed over and caught him.
“You’re crazy!” Her voice trembled, tears streaming down her face. “Who told you to come! Who told you to come!”
Kai looked at her and smiled. “Have you forgotten? We agreed to save your people together.”
Yun Xi bit her lip, her tears flowing even more fiercely.
Jiang Xuelan stood to the side, watching Kai, saying nothing.
Her hands trembled slightly, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
“You’re injured,” she finally spoke, her voice hoarse.
“Just a superficial wound,” Kai said. “What about you?”
Jiang Xuelan shook her head. “I’m fine. Yunxi is more seriously injured and needs to get back for treatment as soon as possible.”
Kai nodded, bent down, and carried Yunxi on his back.
“Let’s go.”
He turned and walked towards the edge of the Heavenly Fire Pit.
The Heavenly Fire Beasts surrounded them, growling softly, but none dared to charge.
They looked at the purple light emanating from Kai, their ferocity gradually replaced by fear.
That man had killed their king.
The power emanating from that man instilled fear in them to the very core.
Kai walked steadily, step by step.
Yunxi, clinging to his back, could feel his heartbeat—strong, steady, and reassuring.
” Kai,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you,”
Kai smiled. “You
‘re welcome. Hold on tight, I’m going to speed up.”
He took a deep breath, and the chaotic power and the essence of the supreme fire within him erupted simultaneously.
Purple light and golden flames intertwined on his body, transforming into a pillar of light shooting into the sky.
Then, he leaped up, carrying Yunxi on his back and Jiang Xuelan in tow, and rushed out of the Heavenly Fire Pit.
Behind him, the flames in the Heavenly Fire Pit suddenly surged violently.
It wasn’t anger, nor a roar, but a kind of… resonance.
The moment Kai, carrying Yunxi, landed on the ridge after rushing out of the Heavenly Fire Pit, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.
Yunxi slid off his back and was caught by Yunquan.
“Xi’er! Xi’er!” Yunquan’s voice trembled as he held his daughter, tears streaming down his face. “Are you alright? Are you alright?”
Yunxi leaned against her father’s chest, forcing a smile on her pale face: “Father, I’m alright.”
“You say you’re alright!” Yunquan looked at her covered in blood, his heart aching so much he couldn’t speak.
He turned and shouted, “Medical cultivators! Where are the medical cultivators!”
Two ghost clan medical cultivators rushed over, frantically examining Yunxi’s injuries.
Her left arm was broken, three ribs were broken, and her internal organs were damaged to varying degrees.
But for the Ghost Princess, these weren’t fatal injuries.
What was truly worrying was the almost depleted ghost energy within her body, and the soul scorched by the Heavenly Fire.
“She needs to rest,” the older healer breathed a sigh of relief. “The princess’s injuries aren’t serious, just too much exertion. She’ll recover after a period of rest.”
Yun Quan was finally relieved and turned to look at Kai.
Kai sat on the ground, panting heavily.
His condition wasn’t much better than Yun Xi’s; his body was covered in wounds left by the Heavenly Fire Beast, golden blood was still seeping out, and most of his chaotic power had been consumed.
But his eyes were bright, frighteningly bright.
“Mr. Chen,”
Yun Quan walked over and bowed deeply, “I can’t thank you enough. From now on, you are the most honored guest of Youyue Kingdom. Whatever you ask, the entire Youyue Kingdom will do our utmost.”
Kai waved his hand: “Don’t thank me. Send them back to recover first.”
Yun Quan nodded and arranged for people to lift Yun Xi up.
Jiang Xuelan refused anyone’s help. Although she was also quite exhausted, her injuries were much lighter than Yun Xi’s.
She walked up to Kai and looked down at him.
“You’re injured too.”
“Just a superficial wound,” Kai smiled. “I’ll be fine after a rest.”
Jiang Xuelan didn’t speak.
She reached out her hand, a ball of icy blue light gathering in her palm, and gently pressed it against Kai’s shoulder.
The cool power flowed into his body through his shoulder, gradually dispelling the burning sensation from the wound.
Kai felt much better: “Thank you.”
Jiang Xuelan withdrew her hand and said calmly, “You owe me.”
Kai was taken aback: “What?”
“You owe me a favor.” Jiang Xuelan turned around and walked towards the group. “Remember to pay it back later.”
Kai watched her retreating figure, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The group began to walk back.
Yun Xi was at the front, with Yun Quan following closely beside her.
The ghost warriors surrounded Yun Xi, some singing, some cheering, some wiping away tears.
“The princess is back!”
“The princess is back!”
The voices echoed through the mountains, lingering for a long time.
Kai walked at the back of the group, his steps somewhat heavy.
Not because he was tired, although he was indeed very tired, but because he always felt that something was watching him.
The feeling was very subtle, like an invisible thread extending from the direction of the Heavenly Fire Pit, gently tying itself to his heart.
He stopped and looked back.
The Heavenly Fire Pit was still burning.
Crimson flames surged at the bottom of the pit, but were much quieter than before.
The Heavenly Fire Beasts no longer roared, but lay quietly in the flames, as if waiting for something.
They didn’t chase after him.
They were waiting.
Waiting for what?
Kai shook his head and turned to follow the group.
But he knew in his heart that this matter was not over yet.
By the time they returned to Youyue Kingdom, it was already dark.
Yunxi was taken back to the stone hall, the same room Kai had stayed in, which had originally been her room.
The healers went in and out, changing her bandages, feeding her medicine, and channeling ghost energy into her.
Yunquan stayed by her bedside, holding her daughter’s hand, unwilling to leave for a moment.
Kai was arranged to rest in a stone hall next door.
Jiang Xuelan was in another room, the two separated by a wall.
Kai lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
It wasn’t because he was particular about his bed, but because that feeling was still there.
The things in the Heavenly Fire Pit were still calling to him.
That call wasn’t a sound, not language, but something more primal, more direct.
Like a resonance of blood, like a resonance of the soul. He could see the flames in the Heavenly Fire Pit with his eyes closed, he could feel the breath of those Heavenly Fire Beasts.
They were waiting for him.
He sat up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the stone hall.
Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the black mist, dyeing the ruins of the ancient city silver-gray.
The ghost warrior on night watch saw him and tried to salute, but he waved him off.
“Couldn’t sleep, came out for a walk.”
The warrior nodded, asking no further questions.
Kai walked around the ancient city and arrived at the city gate.
He stood there, looking east.
The eastern sky was tinged with a dark red by the light from the Heavenly Fire Pit, like a piece of red-hot iron.
The light flickered in and out of the black mist, eerie and captivating.
“You felt it too?”
a cold voice came from behind.
Kai didn’t turn around; he knew it was Jiang Xuelan.
“You felt it too?” he countered.
Jiang Xuelan walked to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the dark red sky in the east.
“I felt it when we were in the Heavenly Fire Pit,”
she said softly. “There’s something at the bottom of the pit. Not a Heavenly Fire Beast, but something deeper, something more ancient, calling to you.”
Kai turned to look at her: “How do you know it’s calling me?”
Jiang Xuelan glanced at him: “Because it didn’t call before you appeared. You came, and it woke up.”
Kai fell silent.
Jiang Xuelan continued, “The Heavenly Fire Pit has existed for tens of thousands of years. Countless powerful figures have entered and never emerged. But you went in, not only did you come out, but you also killed the Heavenly Fire Beast King. Don’t you find that strange?”
“I was lucky,” Kai said.
Jiang Xuelan’s lips curled slightly, a hint of mockery in her smile: “You always say it’s luck, you’ve said it’s luck all along. Kai, don’t you think you’re being too modest?”
Kai remained silent.
Jiang Xuelan looked at the eastern sky, her voice softening: “You possess the essence of supreme fire within you, the same origin as the Heavenly Fire in the Heavenly Fire Pit, and you also possess the power of chaos, encompassing all things. I can sense that the thing in the Heavenly Fire Pit is waiting for someone; it has waited for tens of thousands of years, and finally, it has found you.”
Kai took a deep breath: “Do you think I should go back?”
“Do you think you should go back?” Jiang Xuelan countered.
Kai remained silent for a long time.
“I think I should go back. But I don’t know what I’ll face when I return,” Kai said truthfully.
Jiang Xuelan nodded: “Then let’s go back. Your intuition has never lied to you.”
She turned and walked towards the stone hall.
After a few steps, she stopped, without looking back.
“Come back alive.”
Then she left.
Kai stood at the city gate, watching her figure disappear into the moonlight, a warm current welling up in his heart.
This woman, though cold on the outside, was actually very gentle inside.
He turned and looked east.
Dark red light flickered in the black mist, as if winking at him.
“Come back alive,” he murmured, “Of course I’ll come back alive.”
…
The next morning, Kai found Yun Quan.
Yun Quan was feeding Yun Xi medicine. Seeing Kai enter, she quickly stood up: “Mr. Chen, what brings you here? Are your injuries better?”
Kai nodded: “Much better. Your Majesty, I have something to tell you.”
Yun Quan looked at his expression, a bad premonition rising in her heart.
“I want to go back to the Heavenly Fire Pit,” Kai said.
The stone hall fell silent.
Yun Xi’s hand holding the medicine bowl stopped. She looked up at Kai, her eyes filled with disbelief.
“Are you crazy?” Her voice was shrill. “You just came from there! Your injuries haven’t healed yet!”
“I know,” Kai said, “but I have to go back.”
“Why?” Yun Xi almost shouted, “What is there there worth going back to die for?”
Kai looked at her and remained silent for a moment.
“I don’t know what’s there. But I can feel it waiting for me. I have to find out what it is.” Kai explained truthfully.
Yun Xi bit her lip, her eyes reddening.
She put down the medicine bowl and struggled to sit up in bed, but Yun Quan held her down.
“Xi’er, don’t move.”
“Father!” Yun Xi’s voice trembled, “He wants to go back to die! You’re letting him go?”
Yun Quan remained silent for a moment. He looked at his daughter, then at Kai, and finally sighed.
“Mr. Chen, are you sure?”
Kai nodded.
Yun Quan released Yun Xi’s hand, stood up, and walked to Kai.
“Then I’ll go with you.”
“No need.” Kai shook his head. “You stay here to take care of Yunxi. I can go alone.”
“But…”
“Your Majesty.” Kai interrupted him. “The thing in the Heavenly Fire Pit can’t be dealt with by just having more people. It’s waiting for me, not someone else. If you go, you’ll only increase unnecessary casualties.”
Yun Quan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
He knew Kai was right.
“Then you…” his voice was a little hoarse, “you must be careful.”
Kai smiled: “Don’t worry. I promised Xiao You I would tell her a story when I got back.”
He turned to leave, but Yun Xi’s voice came from behind him, “ Kai.”
He stopped.
“Promise me,” Yunxi’s voice was soft, almost inaudible, “You must come back.”
Kai didn’t turn around.
“I promise you.”
Then he left.
Yunxi sat on the bed, watching his figure disappear through the door, tears finally falling.
Yunquan came over and gently hugged his daughter.
“He will come back,” he whispered, “He’s not an ordinary person.”
Yunxi leaned against her father’s chest, saying nothing.
But in her heart, she thought, of course he’s not an ordinary person.
If he were an ordinary person, why would he go to the Heavenly Fire Pit to his death?
Kai came to the Heavenly Fire Pit, stood on its edge, and looked down.
Flames surged at the bottom of the pit, the crimson light reflecting on his face, casting a long, long shadow.
The Heavenly Fire Beasts, moving through the flames, stopped when they saw him return, turning their heads in unison.
Hundreds of eyes were watching him simultaneously.
No hostility, no attack, just quiet observation.
As if confirming something, as if waiting for something.
Kai took a deep breath and leaped down.
This time, no Heavenly Fire Beast attacked him.
They parted to make way for him, like subjects yielding to their king.
Kai passed through the flames, the heatwaves, and the layers upon layers of fire beasts, descending towards the deepest part of the pit.
The flames grew denser, the temperature higher.
Crimson turned orange-yellow, orange-yellow turned golden-white, golden-white turned ghostly blue, and ghostly blue turned almost transparent white.
Kai’s chaotic power flowed across his body, purple light shielding him from the fire.
Even so, he could still feel the scorching heat, a temperature that could ignite even the soul.
He fell for a long time.
The fire pit was much deeper than he had imagined.
It stretched for thousands of miles, its bottom unseen.
He was like a pebble falling into the deep sea, surrounded by endless flames, plummeting towards the unknown abyss.
Finally, he saw the bottom of the pit.
It was a flat rocky surface, scorched by the fire for tens of thousands of years, transformed into a strange, glassy substance.
Ancient patterns were carved into the rocks, not by human hands, but naturally formed by the power of the fire.
In the very center of the rock, there was a ball of flame.
It wasn’t large, only about the size of a fist.
Its color was pure white, almost transparent.
It burned quietly, unhurriedly, gently, like the first ray of light at the beginning of time.
Kai landed on the rock and walked towards the flame.
With each step, the primordial fire within him trembled slightly.
With each step, the flame grew brighter.
When he reached it, it shone like a small sun.
Kai crouched down and extended his right hand.
The moment his fingers touched the flame, the entire world changed.
Kai found himself standing on a fiery red plain.
The sky was a burning orange-red, the earth was churning lava, and the air was thick with the scent of sulfur and fire.
But there was no fear, no destruction, only a primal, pure, and vibrant warmth.
On the plain were a group of people.
No, not people, but fire spirits.
Their bodies were formed from flames, their features blurred, but their general humanoid shapes were discernible.
Some were running, some were playing, and some were practicing controlling flames.
Among them stood an old man.
His body was also formed from flames, but his flames were more refined and purer than the other fire spirits.
His features were clearly visible: an aged face, deep-set eyes, and a white beard.
He stood there like an ancient tree that had burned for millennia, old yet resilient.
“Children, watch closely,” the old man’s voice was like the crackling of flames, warm and powerful.
He raised his right hand, palm up. A ball of flame appeared in his palm, initially just a small flame, then slowly growing larger, transforming into a blooming lotus flower.
The lotus petals unfolded layer by layer, each burning with a different color of flame: crimson, orange-yellow, golden-white, and deep blue.
The fire spirits exclaimed in amazement.
“So beautiful!”
“Grandpa, teach us!”
The old man smiled: “Alright, alright, I’ll teach you all.”
He put away the flaming lotus and began to teach the fire spirits.
He started with the most basic flame manipulation, teaching little by little, demonstrating again and again.
The fire spirits learned diligently, clumsily but each one trying their best.
Kai stood aside, watching this scene, a strange feeling welling up inside him.
This world, this place, these people… he
felt like he’d seen them somewhere before. But he’d never been here before.
Time began to accelerate.
The fire spirits grew up.
Their flames became more condensed, their control more skillful.
Some learned to condense weapons with their flames, some learned to heal injuries with their flames, and some learned to sense the aura of all things with their flames.
Among them was a child, the most talented.
From a young age, he could control more flames than the other children, and he learned the fastest.
What the old man taught once, the other children had to practice ten times, he only needed to practice three times to master.
He grew very quickly.
From a toddler fire spirit, he grew into a spirited young man.
His flames were crimson, more intense and fiercer than the flames of the other fire spirits.
But he wasn’t satisfied.
“Grandpa, are there stronger flames?” he asked.
The old man looked at him, silent for a long time.
“Yes,” the old man said, “but you’re not ready to learn yet.”
“When can I learn?”
“When you understand what fire is,”
the boy said, puzzled.
He felt he already understood fire; he could control it, condense it, and unleash it.
What more did he need to understand?
He began to explore on his own.
He left the plains and ventured into the wasteland.
The flames there were more violent, more dangerous, but he didn’t care.
He devoured the flames of the wasteland, absorbing them into his own body.
His flames changed from crimson to orange-yellow, then from orange-yellow to golden-white.
He grew stronger.
But he was still not satisfied.
He returned to the plains and found the old man.
“Grandpa, I understand. Flame is power. Whoever has the greatest power is the strongest.”
The old man looked at him, his eyes filled with sorrow.
“Child, you are wrong. Flame is not power, it is life.”
The boy didn’t believe him.
He turned and left the plain, going to a farther place.
Time accelerated again.
The boy became a young man, and the young man became a middle-aged man.
His flame changed from golden white to dark blue, and then from dark blue to almost transparent white.
He became stronger and stronger, and also more and more lonely.
He devoured too many flames, and the will within those flames clashed, collided, and tore apart his soul within him.
He began to become irritable, easily angered, and no longer trusted anyone.
He returned to the plain.
There were no more fire spirits on the plain.
The old man had also disappeared. Only a desolate expanse of lava and scorched earth remained.
He stood there, looking at this barren land, silent for a long time.
Then, he raised his head and looked at the sky.
“I will prove it to you,” he whispered, “Flame is power.”
He raised his hand, and a ball of white flame condensed in his palm.
The temperature of that flame was so high that even space was distorted, so high that even light was bent.
He threw that ball of flame into the sky.
Flames soared into the sky, piercing the barriers of celestial laws, and crashed onto the land of the fifteenth heaven,
creating a crater a thousand miles in diameter.
Then the young man fought his way through countless battles, seeking the power of the supreme flame. Tens of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye…
The young man of yesteryear was now old and gray, his eyes filled only with a thirst for power.
His flames had long since turned from their initial white to an evil black.
He had entered the demonic path and acquired his own resounding title—the Flame Demon.
Kai suddenly opened his eyes.
He was still standing at the bottom of the crater, his fingers still touching the white flame.
But his hand was trembling, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
“That was… the Flame Demon.”
He finally understood.
That boy, that fire spirit with the highest talent, that young man who was not satisfied with the status quo and pursued ultimate power, was the Flame Demon.
That celestial fire didn’t fall from the sky.
He had thrown it himself.
The crater wasn’t a natural disaster.
It was a mark he left behind.
That white flame, the flame he touched with his fingers, was the last trace of purity left behind by the Flame Demon before its departure.
Untainted by the desire to devour, undistorted by the pursuit of power, it was simply the first flame lotus condensed by the child under the old man’s guidance. A
pure, warm, and vibrant flame.
Kai closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed the white flame.
The moment the flame entered his body, Kai felt his body ignite.
Not pain, but an indescribable heat.
That heat spread from his throat to his chest, from his chest to his limbs, from his limbs to every inch of flesh, every bone, every meridian.
The source of supreme fire within him began to boil.
Countless flame powers, dormant deep within his bloodline, were now awakened by the essence of heavenly fire, like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes.
The essence of heavenly fire surged into his meridians, merging with the source of supreme fire.
Initially, there was repulsion.
The essence of heavenly fire was too domineering, while the source of supreme fire was too complex.
The two forces clashed, tore at each other, and devoured one another within his body.
Kai felt as if his body were a battlefield, with two fiery energies clashing within his meridians, sizzling and burning his flesh.
Golden blood seeped from his pores, evaporating into golden mist under the intense heat.
His skin began to crack, the cracks radiating a crimson light, like magma flowing through the cracks of rock.
Pain.
Pain so intense he wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
Pain so intense he wanted to cry, but the tears evaporated before they could fall.
Pain so intense he wanted to give up, but the thought was immediately suppressed by another thought.
“Flame is not power. It is life.”
The old man’s voice echoed in his mind.
Kai gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and began to guide the fiery energy within his body.
He did not suppress the essence of heavenly fire, nor did he resist the source of ultimate fire, but instead allowed them to meet, collide, and merge in his dantian.
Just as the old man had taught the fire spirits, do not try to control the flame, but understand it, accept it, and become it.
The essence of heavenly fire began to soften.
The source of the ultimate fire began to purify.
The two flame powers intertwined, entwined, and merged in his dantian, finally transforming into a brand new flame.
The color of that flame constantly changed: crimson, orange-yellow, golden-white, dark blue, and transparent.
Each color represented a different source of flame power.
They slowly rotated in Kai’s dantian, like a small sun.
His cultivation began to break through.
Peak of the seventh rank of the Upper Immortal Realm.
Eighth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm.
Middle stage of the eighth rank of
the Upper Immortal Realm. High stage of the eighth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm.
Only when he reached the peak of the eighth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm did that power gradually subside. He
was only one step away from the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm.
Kai opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.
That breath was crimson, carrying a scorching temperature, and burned in the air for a moment before dissipating.
He looked down at his hands.
The cracks on his skin had healed, replaced by a layer of faint golden lines.
Those lines were like the trajectory of flames, spreading across the back of his hands and extending to his fingertips.
He clenched his fist, a ball of flame coalescing in his palm.
That flame was no longer simply purple chaotic power, but a new power interwoven with purple and gold—
the Chaos Fire.
He stood up and looked around.
The Heavenly Fire Pit was still burning, but the flames were much dimmer than before.
The Heavenly Fire Beasts lay on the rocks, quietly watching him, the ferocity in their eyes completely gone, replaced by a sense of relief.
As if to say: “Finally, we’ve waited this long.”
Kai looked at them, silent for a moment.
Then, he leaped into the air and flew towards the edge of the Heavenly Fire Pit.