Despite everyone's united efforts, no miracle occurred. The Heavenly Net Demon Sealing Formation glimmered with dim, eerie light, and when the black prison within finally contracted to its utmost limit, it suddenly began to expand at terrifying speed—three zhang, five, ten, a hundred—unfolding almost instantaneously before erupting into a heaven-shaking explosion. A tidal wave of blazing white fire swept across the sky, consuming everything in every direction.
Crack—crack—crack!
The countless formation runes branded into the heavens shattered piece by piece. The backlash instantly struck the formation's controller, Hun Miesheng, who spat a mouthful of blood, his eyes turning vacant and lifeless as if his very soul had been shredded apart.
All others were sent reeling, coughing up blood under the devastating rebound. The Heavenly Net Demon Sealing Formation had gathered immense Dou Qi, and the stronger the cultivator, the greater the recoil that now tore through their bodies. Gu Nanhai, Huo Yao, and Yao Wangui were half-dead, their bodies ravaged by berserk energy within and seared by flames without. Even their Dou Saint physiques could not withstand such destruction.
Above the magma sea, violent milky-white flames roared. Within them, a handsome figure slowly emerged—the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame. The boundless fire seemed to dance with him as its master, swirling around his every movement, exuding the sacred radiance of a deity.
But this deity brought only death.
"Become my flame slaves—all of you!"
As he extended his hand, the white flames surged skyward, forming a monstrous tide a hundred zhang tall that crashed forward like a fiery tsunami.
Hun Miesheng's dull eyes regained a faint glimmer of consciousness. Coughing blood, he could barely stay afloat, let alone evade. "Old Mo… if this seat dies, it's nothing, but if we lose the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, you'll suffer worse! Come out!"
His roar echoed across the chaotic battlefield.
A streak of black light suddenly shot forth from the fleeing crowd, moving opposite their direction. In an instant, it flashed before everyone and released an overwhelming Dou Qi aura, forcefully holding back the incoming tide of flame.
Only then did the shadow reveal its true form—an old man in a coarse hemp robe. His face was deeply wrinkled, and though his eyes were turbid with age, they gleamed with a chilling sharpness.
"Hun Mo?!"
"What?! That old devil came too? He's a late 5-Star Dou Saint! The Hun Clan truly has no shame!"
Murmurs of outrage rippled among the survivors.
Hun Mo faced the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame head-on, and even he couldn't hide a trace of fear. Though the flame's aura seemed merely that of a peak 5-Star Dou Saint, its strange and destructive nature made it every bit as dangerous as a 6-Star.
"As expected of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame. Even the Heavenly Net Demon Sealing Formation can't hold you," the elder sneered. Then his expression shifted as he looked toward the distant horizon. "But the old monster of the Small Pill Tower—since you're here, are you really going to watch the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame slaughter everyone?"
As his words fell, space itself rippled. The horizon twisted, and a green ox stepped forth from the void. Seated calmly upon its back was a boy of about ten, his face childishly soft, yet his eyes were immeasurably ancient—eyes that had seen the passing of ages.
The contrast between that innocent face and those weathered eyes should have felt jarring, but on him, it was strangely natural. As if that was the way he had always been.
"The Hun Clan truly knows no shame," the child said mildly. "Sending Hun Miesheng wasn't enough—you even crawled out, old monster."
Few present recognized him, but among the ancient clans, the elders knew all too well: this was the true old monster of the Small Pill Tower. Without him, the Hun Clan would have long ago destroyed the Pill Tower. Even Hun Miesheng and Hun Mo regarded him with deep wariness.
"In front of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, who cares about rules?" Hun Mo laughed coldly. "Who wouldn't covet such a mighty Heavenly Flame?"
He sneered inwardly. These self-righteous fools were the easiest to manipulate—give them a moral excuse, and they'd throw their lives away for it. If the Pill Tower's old ancestor and the flame destroyed each other, that would be the perfect outcome.
The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, however, had lost patience. Murderous intent flared in his eyes, and that flawless face twisted into a cold, wicked smile.
"So, everyone's finally arrived. Even you, old monster… A mere 9th Tier Mysterious Pill dares to stop me from being free?"
Those words made the crowd stir in shock. Hun Miesheng and Hun Mo were less surprised—they had heard whispers before—but the others were shaken, eyes glimmering with greed despite knowing the risk.
The Pill Tower Ancestor remained calm, unbothered by their looks. "Your temperament is too violent, too unstable. If you escaped this space, the entire Central Plains would burn. That's why the Pure Lotus Demon Saint sealed you before his passing."
At the mention of that name, the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's composure shattered. "That bastard! I learned my temper from him! I followed him for a thousand years—half his reputation was built with my flames! And in the end, he still sealed me?!"
The old man on the green ox sighed, rubbing its head before saying softly, "He did it for your sake. Look around—these people all covet your power. Especially that Hun Mo behind you. There are countless strong ones eyeing you like wolves. You may think you've lost your freedom, but in truth, you're safer here than out there. Don't leave—outside, the world is far more dangerous."
The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame glanced sideways at Hun Mo, then smirked in disdain—as though a late 5-Star Dou Saint wasn't even worth his notice.
Hun Mo's veins bulged in fury. A late 5-Star Dou Saint, being looked down upon like this—what unbearable humiliation!
The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's grin turned twisted and cruel. "Since he cares so much about you all, I'll start by turning every last one of you into my flame slaves. And once I escape, I'll burn everything he cherishes to ash!"
"Refining Sky Ancient!"
With a roar, the magma below exploded. Columns of molten rock surged upward, merging with white flames to form an endless fiery sky that sealed the entire battlefield.
But he wasn't done. His laughter turned maniacal.
"Refining Sky Ancient Formation—manifest! Who would've thought the very array he used to seal me would become mine to command?"
At last, the hidden blade was revealed.
From beneath the heavens, a colossal ancient formation emerged from the void, its interwoven lines of fire more intricate than the Heavenly Net Demon Sealing Formation by ten—no, dozens—of times. Simultaneously, another identical formation rose from the magma below. The two arrays—one above, one below—completely locked this world in fiery confinement.
Beyond the blazing domain, Liu Xi watched quietly through his Spiritual Power perception, observing the chaos unfold. But just as he was ready to act, a familiar voice echoed within his mind.
"Young one… lend me your strength. I am responsible for the little demon's madness—allow me to correct my mistake."
It was the voice of the Pure Lotus Demon Saint himself.
(End of Chapter)
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