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"The Black Sun Burning Heaven Flame might at most reach the top three of the Heavenly Flame Ranking—but with Flame Mantra, your flame’s potential is limitless. Even becoming the legendary Emperor Flame isn’t impossible!" Yao Lao said in a quiet, meaningful tone.
Xiao Yan’s body instantly jolted. His eyes lit up, and his breathing grew slightly rapid.
He looked as though someone had just injected him with a full dose of motivation.
That’s right—Flame Mantra could evolve without limit.
Naturally, that meant his Heavenly Flame could also evolve without limit.
In the future, even achieving the mythical Emperor Flame wasn’t out of the question—at least, in theory.
At this thought, Xiao Yan immediately felt at peace again.
Yes, cultivating Flame Mantra came with high risks—it was difficult, even torturous—but the higher the risk, the greater the reward.
Risk and reward always went hand in hand.
After all, what gave him the right to be stronger than others? To fight across realms as casually as eating or drinking?
So in comparison, the drawbacks of Flame Mantra were entirely acceptable.
If you want the meat, you’ve got to endure the thirst.
Yao Lao let out a soft sigh of relief, shaking his head with a helpless smile.
Raising a disciple was exhausting.
Afraid Xiao Yan would be demoralized, Yao Lao had to pour a whole bowl of chicken soup for the soul to reassure him.
Because if Xiao Yan ever began to waver in his cultivation of Flame Mantra, that would be a disaster—not something Yao Lao wanted to see.
Flame Mantra was destined to be filled with hardship, danger, and endless challenges. If even the cultivator himself began to falter mentally, there’d be no hope of success.
And this wasn’t out of selfishness—Yao Lao genuinely cared for Xiao Yan.
The two times Xiao Yan had devoured Heavenly Flames, both had been close brushes with death. So why had he managed to survive?
Because of his unyielding will, his tenacity, and yes, a little bit of luck.
But if his heart wavered, his future would be sealed—certain death.
Give up Flame Mantra?
Yao Lao had considered it before, but Xiao Yan had already set foot on this path—there was no turning back.
Not to mention, the burdens Xiao Yan carried were far too heavy. He had no choice but to keep walking this road until the end—no matter how dark it got.
Without Flame Mantra, could Xiao Yan have risen this quickly?
If he gave up now, he wouldn’t even be able to accept it himself.
So, all Yao Lao could do... was to keep strengthening Xiao Yan’s resolve.
Wei Yang sat cross-legged, black flames coiling around him. Within the flames, faint silver arcs of lightning flickered from time to time, crackling in the air.
Feeling the lightning surging through his body and randomly rampaging about, Wei Yang would occasionally twitch from the shock.
Tempering the body with lightning energy—this was no walk in the park.
Thankfully, the Heavenly Flame inside his body acted as a buffer, preventing any major injuries. He kept the intensity of the lightning at a level his body could still handle.
Still, the paralytic effect brought by the lightning energy left him feeling weak all over, and the needle-like pain that came in waves made even the circulation of his Dou Qi and cultivation technique sluggish.
Wei Yang gritted his teeth and endured it. His face had grown slightly pale as he raised his eyes to the sky above. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net
There, black clouds loomed ominously overhead. Lightning serpents and black flames twisted across the heavens in chaotic arcs, painting a terrifying picture.
And amidst that sky—half devoured by black fire and half crawling with silver lightning—stood a towering, charred figure.
Stalwart like a mountain, it stood directly above Wei Yang, forming a barrier between him and the storm clouds.
"Du Jiao, if you can’t take it, fall back. Use Dou Qi to shield your body—don’t try to play tough. Thunder tempering is no joke." Wei Yang called out in a low but firm voice.
"Reporting to Great Master, I’m fine..." came the gruff reply, though arcs of lightning were visibly crackling from the speaker’s mouth.
"Hah, thick skin and tough bones. Do what you want." Wei Yang shook his head, then lifted his gaze higher.
Up in the dark clouds, silver light pulsed rhythmically. Thunder boomed, echoing through the heavens in waves that stirred even the depths of the soul.
The dark clouds, which had paused briefly, now seemed to be brewing an even more terrifying strike.
"Looks Pill Lightning is dead set on going against me—it won’t be dispersing any time soon." Lowering his gaze, Wei Yang slowly opened his palm.
In his hand rested a thumb-sized, emerald-green pill, crystal-clear and translucent. Under the flickering light of fire and lightning, it glowed with a strange, almost bewitching luster, brimming with a faint sense of spiritual life.
Within the pill, Wei Yang could clearly sense an extremely pure and surging energy, along with a strange vitality.
"Little guy... looks like you’ve drawn heaven’s wrath.""This Pill Lightning... it’s even stronger than what a peak Tier 7 pill should bring, like it won’t rest until you’re completely destroyed."
Clicking his tongue at the Life Returning Pill in his hand, Wei Yang spoke half in jest and half in awe.
Suddenly, the clouds above churned again. Thunder rumbled fiercely, exploding through the heavens like war drums.
Feeling the terrifying lightning energy rapidly gathering in the clouds, Xiao Yan’s brow twitched slightly.
Clearly, after that brief pause, the Pill Lightning was preparing for a second wave.
Wei Yang opened his mouth wide. Black light surged and flickered, and in the next instant, a black sun the size of a fist erupted from his mouth with a tremble, soaring upward.
As it rose, the black sun rapidly expanded—soon growing to the size of a grinding stone.
From a distance, it appeared that amid the black flames and silver lightning crackling across the sky, a dazzling black sun was slowly rising—its aura blazing and unstoppable.
The black sun, rising high, mirrored the distant crimson sun on the horizon—two suns shining together.
From afar, one would witness a bizarre phenomenon at the edge of the sky:
Two suns, side by side—one red, one black—equally radiant.
"Go... devour to your heart’s content."
Staring at the black sun, Wei Yang’s eyes gleamed with anticipation and fervor.
The black sun trembled madly, pulsing with excitement, then shot directly into the storm of black flames above.
A massive silver bolt of lightning abruptly tore through the clouds and slammed downward.
For an instant, the entire dark and gloomy world was lit as brightly as day by the blinding radiance.
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes, a flicker of solemnity flashing within them.
This silver lightning bolt contained far more terrifying lightning energy than any previous strike. Judging from its power, even someone like Su Qian, a Dou Zong, would suffer serious injury if he tried to withstand it head-on.
"It’s just Tier 7 Pill Lightning, and it’s already this terrifying... The Tier 8 and Tier 9 ones later on might really be powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth."
Wei Yang watched as the silver lightning circled once in the sky, then descended like a falling meteor—its momentum ruthless and fierce.
At the same time, the scorched, blackened figure of Du Jiao also raised its head, eyes locked onto the descending lightning. A ripple of Dou Qi finally emerged from its charred body.
Even it didn’t dare to be careless—this thunderbolt’s power had reached a level far beyond what was ordinary.
Suspended midair, Du Jiao bent its knees slightly, and ripples of spatial distortion appeared beneath its feet—as if even space itself could barely withstand the pressure of its stance.
With a loud crack, Du Jiao suddenly launched itself like a rocket, using that explosive power beneath its feet to shoot straight toward the descending lightning bolt.
Seeing this reckless move, not only did Wei Yang’s expression twitch, but even Ah Da, Xiao Yan, and Yao Lao—watching from a distance—were left momentarily stunned.
In their minds, only one word emerged:
With the speed of both the lightning and Du Jiao, it took less than a blink of an eye for them to meet in midair.
Du Jiao clenched its fist tightly. A stream of purple-black energy surged from its magic core, swiftly engulfing its entire arm—looking like a flame formed of violet-black lightning and fire.
Du Jiao’s tightly clenched fist shot out without the slightest hesitation.
As the punch launched forward, a sharp sonic boom ripped through the air—so loud it even drowned out the sound of the thunder.
Shockwaves burst from the surface of his fist, spreading outward like liquid mercury in all directions—rippling through the space with terrifying force.
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