The Profound Tian Continent held many secrets, but none more hidden than the vast, endless dark space buried deep beneath its surface.
It was a realm of eternal night, where darkness clung to the bones and silence reigned. Yet, this was no void. Winding through the blackness like titanic serpents were rivers of molten lava, each thousands of feet wide, glowing red-hot as they crawled silently through the abyss.
These weren't just lava flows—they were veins of primordial fire energy, ancient and potent. The sight alone could shake the soul.
This was no mere underground cavern. Only those in the Shengxuan Realm or higher, wielding boundless vitality and strength, could even approach this domain.
From a high vantage, the lava rivers resembled colossal fire dragons coiling in slumber—quiet, massive, and deadly. Time had no meaning here. The sheer magnificence of the place defied logic, as if it had been sculpted by gods long forgotten.
At the intersection of these fiery dragons lay something else entirely—a hidden core, cloaked in silence and darkness.
"Feng, I sense Lord Yan's presence… here," Ying Huanhuan whispered.
After awakening the Lord of the Primordial World, she and Ye Feng shared a quiet moment. Then, with a ripple of space, he brought them to this realm of flame and shadow.
The air was heavy and unmoving. Speech was useless; only spiritual transmission worked in this oppressive silence, as if time itself had ceased to flow.
"He constructed a formation here," Ye Feng observed, eyes narrowing.
The river-like lava flows weren't random. They were part of a massive array, stretching over 100,000 feet—a fire-based formation capable of destroying entire domains.
"He always did have a talent for formations," Huanhuan said softly. "He spent lifetimes studying them."
Even a Revolving Mirror expert caught in this formation could be skinned alive if not careful.
Guided by his insight into formation patterns, Ye Feng followed the molten rivers toward the core.
At its heart lay a vast magma lake, several thousand feet across, bubbling violently. The sheer heat could reduce even a Shengxuan powerhouse to ashes in seconds.
Floating above the lake was a red crystal sarcophagus, open at the top. Within it lay a man.
Tall, lean, and handsome—his eyes were shut, but his brow bore a lingering majesty. His hair was long and fiery red, flowing like a living flame. Even now, he radiated pressure that distorted the air.
"Long time no see," Huanhuan said quietly.
After countless ages, she had found Lord Yan again.
Suspended above the magma lake was a faint fluctuation of time, small yet persistent, helping maintain the balance of the formation.
"He's sealing a Demon King down there," Huanhuan muttered.
"Hmph, and yet he got trapped by it? What kind of 'Lord of Flame' gets sealed this easily?" Ye Feng scoffed, unimpressed.
With a wave of his hand, the energy within the formation surged toward the sarcophagus. The array trembled.
As the spell broke, a wave of frigid, black air surged from beneath the coffin. The chill pierced bone, spreading like death itself.
The Lord of Flame stirred.
His eyes snapped open—two burning embers in the darkness. "Bing'er?"
"I go by Ying Huanhuan in this life," she replied gently.
"To me, you'll always be Bing'er. But… why have you awakened me?" he asked.
"I did," Ye Feng interrupted.
Lord Yan sat up. "What are you, a pig? Do you even know what you've done?"
A sinister laugh echoed from the sarcophagus. "Hehehe… Finally, I'm free."
Dark mist began to ooze upward.
Before the Demon King could rise, Ye Feng waved his hand. A massive wave surged out of thin air, drenching the sarcophagus—and Lord Yan.
"Have you lost your mind?!" Lord Yan sputtered, now soaking wet. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You were being rude. Consider it a wake-up call," Ye Feng said nonchalantly.
"You're insane! I warned you and you drown me?"
Ye Feng sighed. "You still need cooling off, it seems."
He raised his hand again. Space trembled.
Buzz!
With a flash, Lord Yan vanished.
Moments later, a splash echoed across the Chaos Demon Sea.
BOOM!
Bound by space-formed ropes, Lord Yan plummeted from the sky and crashed into the sea. Steam erupted as seawater met his flame-imbued body.
"What the... Space Shifting? Did he get the Space Ancestral Talisman?" Lord Yan muttered in shock.
He tried to break free, but the spatial ropes held tight. His flames boiled the sea dry around him, creating a vacuum—but he was still dragged downward by a force he couldn't counter.
Gurgle… Gurgle…
Beneath the waves, he was pulled into the depths—toward a pitch-black trench that seemed bottomless.
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"Feng… what did you do to him?" Huanhuan asked nervously.
"Worried about him?" Ye Feng teased.
"No! I mean… he was my senior brother in our past lives. He sacrificed a lot to protect the Tianxuan Continent…"
"Relax. I'm just letting him cool his head. He'll be free in a month," Ye Feng said calmly.
A raspy voice emerged from the black mist. "Hey… who are you?"
This was the sealed Demon King, the one Lord Yan had barely managed to suppress.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. Something about this entity made his soul uneasy.
Without a word, he raised his hand. The Seven-Colored Emperor Flame burst forth, enveloping the black mist instantly.
"W-Wait—what are you doing?! You just let me out! Why are you—"
"Let you out?" Ye Feng interrupted. "You misunderstood."
The flame intensified. The Demon King shrieked in agony.
Half a minute later, the screams stopped. After three minutes, all that remained was a pitch-black bead, condensed from the Demon King's essence—just like the one from the Desolate Monument.
"What a sinister aura…" Huanhuan frowned. "Just looking at it makes me feel uneasy."
Ye Feng clenched his fist, crushing the bead into dust.
"Who's next?" he asked.
"Could it be… the Lord of Devouring?" Ying Huanhuan asked hesitantly.
The Devourer—among the Eight Ancient Lords—was the only one who had truly fallen. He'd used his own life to ensure Ying Huanhuan's reincarnation.
As the Ice Lord's rebirth, she carried the guilt of his sacrifice.
She wanted Ye Feng to bring him back—but feared he might refuse.
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