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Outside the Demonic Flame Realm, the distorted space in the sky had already dissipated, and the terrifying heat that once enveloped the world gradually weakened. Below, the magma desert ceased its surging and slowly solidified into blocks of white rock.
In the surrounding sky, figures hovered mid-air, their gazes filled with unwillingness as they stared at this space. After the spatial passage disappeared, they completely lost their connection to that mysterious dimension. No matter what methods they tried, they could not make the space reappear.
"Why haven't Xiao Yan and the others come out yet?" Yao Lao's expression was solemn as he looked at the area before him. Ever since they escaped, there had been no further movement from within.
"Miss..." Gu Nanhai stared blankly at the space, cold sweat covering his forehead.
Xun'er's status within the Gu Clan was extraordinary, yet this time, he had actually lost her! If he returned to the Gu Clan like this, he could not imagine what kind of punishment awaited him.
"Elder, do not blame yourself. Xun'er was determined to stay with Xiao Yan. Even if you had reacted in time, it wouldn't have made a difference," Gu Qingyang sighed softly and comforted him.
"That brat Xiao Yan has always been lucky. Xun'er will be fine."
"But what if she isn't?" Gu Nanhai gritted his teeth.
"Don't worry. Cousin Xiao Yan and Cousin Xun'er are protected by fate. If I'm not mistaken, they won't be coming out anytime soon.
However, when they do reappear, I believe the entire continent will be shaken by it." Mo Yu's eyes flickered as he stared at the space before him.
If his memory served him correctly, Xiao Yan was using this opportunity not only to subdue the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, rapidly increasing his strength, but also to take Xun'er as his woman, truly making her his.
Hearing Mo Yu's words, Gu Nanhai's face darkened, and he asked coldly, "Mo Yu, are you saying that Xun'er will be trapped for a long time?"
"That's right. The duration depends on how long it takes for Cousin Xiao Yan to subdue the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame," Mo Yu nodded.
"What?! Relying on Xiao Yan to subdue the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame?" Upon hearing this, both Gu Nanhai and Gu Qingyang's expressions changed dramatically.
Throughout history, countless powerful experts had attempted to tame the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, only to perish. Even this time, not only had Gu Nanhai failed, but even Elder Hun Mo and Pill Tower's Ancestor had nearly died at its hands. How could a mere one-star Dou Sheng like Xiao Yan possibly succeed?
Even Yao Lao, who had always had deep faith in Xiao Yan, found it hard to believe. The gap between Xiao Yan and the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame was simply too vast.
Mo Yu did not explain further. He only said calmly, "It doesn't matter. Time will prove everything."
Seeing this, Gu Nanhai's expression kept shifting. Finally, he sighed and looked toward the space ahead, still holding onto some hope that Xun'er would emerge from within.
"Heh, it seems the Gu Clan has suffered a huge loss this time. That Xun'er had terrifying talent, and given enough time, her achievements would have been unimaginable. Though we failed to obtain the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, at least we eliminated two major threats."
Not far away, the Hall of Souls's Deputy Chief sneered as he looked at the gloomy expressions of Yao Lao and the others.
"Xiao Yan possesses the remnant image of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Saint, so there's no guarantee something unexpected won't happen," the Hall of Souls's Chief frowned and said.
"Xiao Yan is cunning and resourceful. He is not someone who will die so easily," Hun Feng added slowly.
"We will stay here for a few more days. I want to see what tricks those two brats can pull," Elder Hun Mo said in a low voice, his eyes flickering.
Hearing this, the other three nodded and stopped talking.
After the closure of the Demonic Flame Realm, most people did not leave immediately. Many chose to linger, unwilling to return empty-handed. They wanted to wait and see if any unforeseen events would occur.
Thus, seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these seven days, the space remained eerily silent. Not even the slightest trace of the previous heat leaked out. This result left many feeling disappointed. Eventually, some could only leave reluctantly.
"Seven days..."
Gu Qingyang smiled bitterly as he looked at Gu Nanhai, who seemed to have aged considerably in such a short time. After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked, "Elder, what should we do?"
"I don't know..." Gu Nanhai shook his head. Then, as if recalling something, he turned to Mo Yu, his eyes filled with hope. "Mo Yu, are you certain that Xun'er is still alive?"
Hearing this, Mo Yu chuckled. "Elder, if you do not believe me, why ask? I can only say that the chances of Cousin Xun'er and Cousin Xiao Yan surviving are above eighty percent."
In truth, if he weren't worried about arousing Gu Nanhai's suspicion, Mo Yu would have confidently said one hundred percent.
After all, Xiao Yan was the protagonist of this world. His journey was far from over.
"Eighty percent..."
Upon hearing this, Gu Nanhai's expression finally eased a little. Though he didn't fully understand why Mo Yu was so confident, he could only take comfort in his words.
After glancing at Mo Yu, Gu Nanhai sighed. "Regardless, what's done is done. I must return to the Gu Clan to report this matter."
"Rest assured, I will have people monitor this place at all times. If anything happens, I will ensure the Gu Clan is informed immediately," Yao Lao said seriously.
"Many thanks." Gu Nanhai forced himself to pull together some energy, cupped his fists toward Mo Yu and Yao Lao, and then took one last deep look at the distant space before turning and flying toward the northern sky. Gu Qingyang quickly followed.
Watching the two depart, Yao Lao and the others sighed. Then, they turned toward Mo Yu with expressions of hesitation.
Seeing this, Mo Yu chuckled. "Senior Yao Lao, you want to ask why I am so confident that Cousin Xiao Yan and Cousin Xun'er have an eighty percent chance of survival, correct?"
Yao Lao immediately nodded and smiled bitterly. "It's not that I distrust you, Mo Yu. But to me, Xiao Yan is more than just a disciple.
Over the years, I have come to see him as my own son.
His safety means everything to me. That is why I care so deeply."
Mo Yu naturally understood the bond between Yao Lao and Xiao Yan. He looked at Yao Lao and said firmly, "Rest assured, Senior Yao Lao. Cousin Xiao Yan will survive, and he will subdue the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame!"
Seeing Mo Yu's unwavering conviction, Yao Lao suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Over the years, he had only met two geniuses who left a profound impression on him: one was his disciple, Xiao Yan, and the other was Mo Yu.
Deep down, Yao Lao even believed that Mo Yu's talent surpassed Xiao Yan's and was truly monstrous.
Now, hearing Mo Yu speak with such certainty, Yao Lao couldn't help but trust him a little more.
"Hah! Xiao Yan wants to subdue the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame? That's nothing more than a fool's dream!"
A mocking voice filled with disdain suddenly rang out—it was the Hall of Souls's Deputy Chief, his face twisted in a sneer.
"Just a defeated opponent, yet you still dare to bark like a dog here!" Mo Yu sneered, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
"You—!"
Hearing this, the Deputy Chief of the Hall of Souls immediately darkened, his eyes practically spewing fire as he glared at Mo Yu.
In front of so many people, Mo Yu had directly exposed his humiliation. He was a dignified Deputy Chief of the Hall of Souls—was he supposed to have no dignity at all?
At that moment, the elder known as Hun Mo looked at Mo Yu, his eyes flickering with killing intent as he said coldly, "So you are Mo Yu. I've heard that many of my Hun Clan's experts have died at your hands.
The divine-grade bloodline of the Gu Clan has already perished in the Demonic Flame Realm. Now, I might as well take care of the divine-grade bloodline of the Lei Clan as well."
For the ancient clans, a divine-grade bloodline was almost equivalent to a strategic nuclear weapon—except it was one that could grow.
In Hun Mo's eyes, now that the divine-grade bloodline of the Gu Clan, Xun'er, was dead, as long as he also eliminated Mo Yu, the divine-grade bloodline of the Lei Clan, then the rise of the Hun Clan would no longer have any obstacles.
"Hun Mo, how dare you?!"
Hearing that Hun Mo actually intended to attack Mo Yu, Lei Jizhou immediately shouted angrily. His entire body flickered with lightning as he stepped in front of Mo Yu.
If Mo Yu were to die before his eyes, not to mention whether the patriach would spare him, even he himself would never forgive himself.
Beside him, Lei Fei'er's beautiful face showed an expression of anxious concern. At some point, a silver token had appeared in her hand, which she clutched tightly, ready to protect her husband at the critical moment.
"Hmph! Lei Jizhou, you are merely a Four-Star Dou Sheng, yet you dare to block my path?" Hun Mo's turbid old eyes flickered with disdain.
"If he's not enough, what about me?"
At that moment, the Grand Elder of the Small Pill Tower suddenly whispered something to the young cowherd riding the blue ox. The latter then glanced at Mo Yu before speaking loudly.
"Old man, are you planning to interfere as well?"
Hearing that the Pill Tower Ancestor intended to stop him, Hun Mo immediately flew into a rage.
The matter of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame just now was one thing—after all, even without the Pill Tower Ancestor's interference, given the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's scheming, the Hun Clan most likely wouldn't have succeeded anyway.
But now, when Hun Mo intended to personally take action against the divine-grade bloodline of the Lei Clan, the Pill Tower Ancestor actually refused to allow it as well. Was he determined to stand against the Hun Clan?
"Mo Yu once gifted my Pill Tower a Ninth-grade Pill Cauldron. That was no small favor. My Pill Tower does not forget kindness. If you wish to deal with Mo Yu, you must first get through me." The Pill Tower Ancestor said indifferently.
Hearing this, Hun Mo was momentarily stunned. His eyes burned with even greater fury as he unwillingly glanced at Mo Yu, then coldly snorted at the Pill Tower Ancestor. "Old monster, you have repeatedly opposed my Hun Clan. Do you truly fear no consequences?"
"Our patriach is quite interested in you. After so many years, you must have reached the peak of the Ninth-grade profound pill level. If you take one more step forward, you will enter the legendary Ninth-grade Golden pill realm. At that point, even our patriach might not be able to resist taking action against you!"
Hearing this, the young cowherd riding the blue ox merely smiled faintly and said, "It's not the first day he's been thinking about me. But even if I walked up to him and offered myself, would he dare to take me?"
"Hmph! Stop using your seniority to pressure me! Once our patriach emerges from seclusion, you will understand the consequences of opposing my Hun Clan!" Hun Mo's gaze turned cold before he turned to Mo Yu and said with a sneer, "Boy, keep your life for now. My Hun Clan will come to collect it soon!"
After those words, a spatial rift suddenly tore open before Hun Mo. Without another word, he immediately stepped inside.
The Pill Tower Ancestor's strength was formidable. With his interference, even Hun Mo couldn't kill Mo Yu in front of him. If the situation dragged on, once the furious Lei Patriach arrived, it would be difficult for Hun Mo to leave.
After Hun Mo departed, the Chief and Deputy Chief of the Hall of Souls also gave Mo Yu a cold look before stepping into the spatial rift one after another.
Only Hun Feng, before leaving, cast a deep glance at Mo Yu and said solemnly, "Mo Yu, the next time we meet, I will definitely reclaim my honor!"
As his voice fell, Hun Feng also stepped into the spatial rift, and his figure quickly disappeared.
Mo Yu's lips curled into a sneer as he muttered, "A defeated opponent will always be a defeated opponent."
At this moment, he no longer regarded Hun Feng as a threat. The next time they met, his targets would be the Hall of Souls Master and even Hun Mo himself.
Shaking his head, Mo Yu expressed his gratitude to Lei Jizhou before walking up to the Pill Tower Ancestor, cupping his hands in respect. "Thank you, senior, for your assistance this time."
Before him stood what appeared to be a young cowherd riding an ox, yet Mo Yu still addressed him as senior, making for a rather strange scene.
However, no one present found this inappropriate.
The Pill Tower Ancestor simply waved his hand lightly and chuckled, "Fate works in mysterious ways. Mo Yu, you gifted my Pill Tower a Ninth-grade Cauldron, which forged a deep bond between us. Helping you was only natural."
Hearing this, Mo Yu nodded. He was glad that he had not offended the Small Pill Tower in the past but had chosen to form good relations with them instead.
"Mo Yu, given the nature of the Hun Clan, they will not let this matter rest. You must be careful in the future." The Pill Tower Ancestor's eyes flickered as he spoke in a solemn tone.
"For years, I have traveled the world under different identities and gathered much intelligence on the Hun Clan. I suspect they are planning something unprecedented. Even the destruction of the Ling Clan might be connected to them."
"Oh…"
Hearing this, Mo Yu was momentarily stunned. He then looked at the Pill Tower Ancestor with some surprise.
The fall of the Ling Clan had caused an uproar across the continent, with many different theories about its cause. Yet, the Pill Tower Ancestor was the first to be so certain that the Hun Clan was behind it. As expected of an old monster.
Seeing Mo Yu's surprised expression, the Pill Tower Ancestor sighed and said, "I know this is shocking, but I have no evidence—only suspicions. However, one thing is certain: the Hun Clan has a massive conspiracy brewing. When the time comes, only outstanding talents like you and Xiao Yan will be able to stop them."
"Xiao Yan and me, huh…"
Hearing the Pill Tower Ancestor's words, Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.
He understood that the Pill Tower Ancestor was right.
Once Xiao Yan subdued the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame and emerged from seclusion, it would signify that the Hun Clan had completed their preparations. Their patriach would soon come out, and before long, the Battle of the Two Emperors would unfold on the Dou Qi Continent.
However, with Mo Yu's involvement this time, would the Battle of the Two Emperors turn into a Battle of the Three Emperors?
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