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"Let's go in as well."
Watching the crowd surge into the glowing portal, Mo Yu didn't waste any more words. With a wave of his sleeve, his figure was the first to move, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the portal like a flash of lightning. Behind him, Lei Fei'er, Xiao Yan, Xun'er, and the others followed closely.
The moment his body passed through the portal, Mo Yu's skin tensed instinctively. The transition lasted only an instant, but as his vision adjusted from the blinding light, he realized that the surrounding space had completely changed.
"What an intense temperature..."
The first sensation that struck Mo Yu after entering this space was an overwhelming heat, as if he had stepped into a massive furnace. His gaze swiftly scanned the surroundings, and he found himself in a strange space filled with milky-white flames.
The entire space was shrouded in these flames, their heat so extreme that even he, who had devoured five types of Heavenly Flames, felt an unbearable scorching sensation. Clearly, this terrifying temperature was emanating from these milky-white flames.
Sensing the danger, Mo Yu activated the Thunder Soul within his body, letting the thunder soul energy surge out and wrap around him, forming a protective barrier. Only then did the burning sensation that made his blood boil ease somewhat.
"Is this the space where the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame is sealed? Where are Xiao Yan and the others?"
Mo Yu frowned as he scanned the empty surroundings. He was sure that he had entered this space together with Xiao Yan and the others, so why was he the only one here now?
"Something's not right. I need to leave this place first."
With a sharp glint in his eyes, Mo Yu tapped his foot against the void, his figure shooting forward once more.
Moving swiftly through the sea of flames, he could feel the terrifying heat radiating from all directions. Even with his resistance, he still felt as though he were being roasted alive. The third-ranked Heavenly Flame truly lived up to its name.
"Sizzle!"
After nearly ten minutes of flying forward, Mo Yu suddenly heard faint voices coming from up ahead.
His eyes narrowed, and with a swift movement, he flashed toward the source of the sound. However, just as he covered some distance, his body came to an abrupt halt. Not far ahead, three dark silhouettes floated in the air, their gazes cold and sinister as they stared at him with a mocking expression.
"Chief of the Hall of Souls?"
The sight of these three figures made Mo Yu's heart sink. Just as he was about to prepare for battle, a black lotus suddenly surfaced in his silver eyes. The moment the black lotus appeared, the three figures from the Hall of Souls vanished without a trace.
"Oh? As expected of the Demonic Flame. The illusions it creates are no weaker than those of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree."
Mo Yu murmured, his mind quickly processing the situation. With a thought, the Black Lotus Soul Thunder surged within him once again, rushing to his eyes. As the black lotus energy filled his vision, the scene before him changed instantly.
The sea of milky-white flames disappeared, replaced by a thick mist that spanned dozens of meters. Within the mist, nearly a hundred people were struggling, each showing different expressions of confusion and distress.
Some had already been consumed by the milky-white flames, their bodies igniting, and within moments, their agonized screams faded into silence as they were reduced to ashes.
Mo Yu's gaze swept across the eerie mist, quickly deducing that the illusions were likely caused by this strange fog.
"She Lao?!"
His scanning gaze suddenly locked onto a figure clad in purple and gold—not far from him was none other than She Lao.
At this moment, She Lao's face was twisted in pain. Tiny wisps of milky-white flames flickered on his body—it was clear that he had fallen into an illusion and was on the verge of being consumed by the Demonic Flame!
"Hah!"
Without hesitation, Mo Yu's figure flickered, appearing beside She Lao. He struck out with a palm, slamming it onto She Lao's back while simultaneously releasing a low yet powerful shout.
This voice wasn't ordinary—it carried a soul wave that penetrated directly into She Lao's ears, striking his soul like a heavy hammer. Instantly, She Lao's complexion turned pale, and his tightly shut eyes snapped open.
"Huff... huff..."
She Lao gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he looked at Mo Yu beside him. After a few moments, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression filled with lingering fear.
"The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame is terrifying... It deliberately creates illusions to stir one's emotions, making them ignite themselves. If you hadn't woken me up in time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lasted much longer."
Mo Yu nodded slightly, then glanced around. "This mist is strange. We should leave this area first."
After breaking free from the illusion, Mo Yu and She Lao wasted no time. Within a few minutes of rapid flight, they finally broke through the dense mist.
"Husband!"
Just as they emerged from the mist, a joyful voice rang out from ahead. Mo Yu lifted his head and saw a massive platform suspended in midair not far away.
At the end of the platform stood a towering white gate, and gathered upon the platform were Lei Fei'er and the others, their eyes filled with relief and excitement as they watched Mo Yu and She Lao approach.
Beside Lei Fei'er, Xiao Yan, Xun'er, and the rest were also present.
However, Mo Yu didn't rush over immediately. Instead, the Black Lotus surged once again within his eyes. Yet, even with its activation, the scene before him remained unchanged.
"It's not an illusion."
Confirming this, Mo Yu finally smiled. "You're all safe?"
"We're fine." Lei Fei'er and the others quickly stepped forward, shaking their heads with a smile.
Xun'er, standing to the side, let out a small sigh of amazement. "I didn't expect the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame to have already mastered the Nightmare Heavenly Fog... It seems that in the past thousand years, its strength has grown immensely."
"Nightmare Heavenly Fog?" Xiao Yan was slightly startled.
"It's that mist capable of trapping people in eternal illusions. This was originally an exclusive technique of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame. It's said that the Purifying Demonic Lotus Saint once used it to envelop an entire city, making its inhabitants believe they had lived there for centuries.
When the mist finally dissipated, the people realized that their 'hundred-year life' had only been a dream." Lei Jizhou explained.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yu nodded. Just as he was about to speak, the surrounding space suddenly fluctuated violently. A terrifying heat gradually spread from all directions.
"Be careful!"
Seeing this, Lei Jizhou frowned and warned.
"Boom! Boom!"
As the space distorted more and more, cracks suddenly appeared. From these cracks, waves of milky-white flames surged forth like tidal waves.
Immediately afterward, figures shrouded in milky-white flames poured out from the many spatial fissures like a tidal wave. In the blink of an eye, the sky outside the square was filled with these fiery figures.
These figures were wrapped in flames, gripping fiery spears in their hands. Their emotionless eyes fixed on Mo Yu and the others.
"Be careful, these are Fire Slaves—powerhouses who were refined by the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame. They are a special kind of puppet!" Gu Nanhai said in a deep voice upon seeing the fiery figures.
"Roar!"
As soon as Gu Nanhai's voice fell, the thousands of flaming figures let out an earth-shaking roar. Then, they all charged toward Mo Yu and the others like a flood, their momentum overwhelming.
However, everyone present was a Dou Sheng powerhouse. Before the flaming figures could even get close, they were instantly obliterated in large numbers. Yet, more Fire Slaves continued to pour out from the cracks, endless and unceasing!
"If we keep fighting like this, it'll be useless. We have to go inside!" Lei Jizhou shouted in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Mo Yu and Xiao Yan exchanged glances before nodding in unison. "Let's go!"
As their voices fell, the two of them tapped the ground with their toes and shot forward like arrows. Any Fire Slave that got within ten zhang of them exploded automatically.
The group charged through the sea of flames like a hot knife through butter, finally reaching the giant door. They each struck out with a palm, slamming heavily against it.
"Boom!"
Under the combined force of so many powerful individuals, the massive door shattered instantly. At the same moment, the endless wave of Fire Slaves behind them stopped in their tracks, hovering densely in midair.
"Go! According to the records left by our ancestors, the source of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame lies at the end of this Demon Flame Hall!" Gu Nanhai shouted.
"That's right, my clan's records say the same," Lei Jizhou added.
"In that case, let's move!"
Mo Yu's voice fell, and he was the first to rush through the giant door. Behind him, Xiao Yan, Xun'er, and the others quickly followed...
Inside the vast hall, milky-white flames filled the vision. The grand hall's square spanned nearly several thousand zhang, and densely packed flame figures stood in formation.
They made no sound, yet an incomparably terrifying aura filled the space. The aura seemed to merge as one, forming a massive flame dragon that coiled above their heads, radiating killing intent.
At one end of the hall, Mo Yu and the others frowned slightly at the sight.
This was not the first time they had encountered such a situation. Since entering the giant door, they had already fought through seven or eight halls identical to this one. However, the deeper they went, the stronger the Fire Slaves became—some even reaching the level of high-rank Dou Zun!
Fortunately, Mo Yu's group was formidable. He and Xiao Yan had not brought anyone below the Sheng level, and after relentlessly breaking through these halls, they had finally arrived at the brink of their goal.
"Boom!"
The massive hall door was shattered by Mo Yu's palm strike, stone shards scattering in all directions. Another grand hall emerged before them, and the moment they saw it, a trace of exhaustion surfaced in their hearts.
Just how long would this seemingly endless gauntlet continue?
"Hmm?"
Mo Yu's gaze swept across the hall, and he suddenly let out a small exclamation. Unlike the previous halls, this one contained no densely packed Fire Slaves!
"Is the trial over?" Lei Fei'er asked in surprise upon noticing this anomaly.
"No…" Lei Jizhou slowly shook his head, his gaze fixed intently on the center of the hall.
There, a gaunt figure stood upright. Unlike the other Fire Slaves, there were no flames surrounding his body. His eyes were closed, and a terrifying pressure, as heavy as Mount Tai, emanated from within him!
"Four-Star Dou Sheng!"
Gu Nanhai, Lei Jizhou, and Zi Yan trembled slightly. A solemn expression gradually appeared on their faces.
Although they were also Four-Star Dou Shengs, this emaciated figure was clearly stronger than them by a margin!
Mo Yu's eyes flickered with a thoughtful look, as if recalling something.
"Is this also a Fire Slave?" Xiao Yan asked in disbelief.
"Technically, yes. But he still retains his own intelligence. Compared to those completely controlled by the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, he has far greater autonomy," Gu Nanhai said gravely.
"It seems this is the final trial. If we get past him, we'll reach the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame!"
As they spoke, the emaciated figure in the hall slowly opened his tightly shut eyes. His pitch-black pupils were indifferent and emotionless.
The man wore the simplest of robes, his face rigid like a corpse, without a trace of expression. His gaze was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
"Boom!"
The silent hall trembled as the man lightly grasped the air before him. A massive, blood-red battle-axe, several zhang in size, appeared out of thin air.
The sheer size of the axe made his emaciated frame look almost comical. However, everyone present could sense the horrifying power hidden within his frail body.
The moment the blood-colored battle-axe appeared, the man wasted no time and charged forward, swinging the axe toward Zi Yan and the other two.
A violent storm erupted as the four figures collided with sheer brute force. The terrifying shockwave forced Mo Yu and the others to retreat rapidly.
Inside the grand hall, despite being outnumbered three to one, the blood-axe-wielding figure showed no sign of backing down. His enormous battle-axe danced like a hurricane, filling the hall with a thick scent of blood.
However, no matter how powerful he was, he was still facing three opponents of the same rank. As the battle continued, he gradually began to fall into a disadvantage.
"Clang!"
The four figures clashed once again at the center of the hall. The terrifying impact sent the blood-axe wielder flying backward, his feet carving deep pits into the floor as he landed heavily.
"Roar!"
Having been forcibly repelled, the man's cold, emotionless eyes suddenly ignited with madness. A low growl rumbled from his throat.
In the next instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the blood-red battle-axe. Within that light, a peculiar rune slowly emerged. The moment this rune appeared, his aura skyrocketed.
Mo Yu's gaze immediately locked onto the strange rune. He glanced sideways and saw the look of shock on Xiao Yan's face before murmuring,
"As expected… the Xiao Clan's Clan Mark… This man is none other than Blood Axe Xiao Chen!"
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