Sending Word
"So what if he's a monster? No matter how strong his physical body is, can he be stronger than the Golden Crow Young Master at the Deity Transformation Realm? Stronger than the Great Sun Golden Crow Guards Heaven-Burning and boils the seas?"
Deep within the male disciple's eyes, fear was gradually swallowed up by overwhelming greed, turning into a morbid scarlet.
He lowered his head, pretending to cough violently, and his hand tremblingly reached into the depths of his sleeve.
Concealed by the wide cuffs of his sleeves, his fingertips touched a warm, reddish-gold feather, as hot as burning charcoal.
That was a Golden Crow Messenger Feather.
With just a wisp of Divine Thought, one can traverse thousands of miles of Death Fiend Qi and place the coordinates directly into Lu Heaven-Burning's palm.
The male disciple glanced at his Senior Fellow Apprentice disciples, who were still kneeling beside him, out of the corner of his eye, and a vicious, cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Click.
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the golden feather quietly shattered within his sleeve, transforming into a barely perceptible streak of crimson Stream of Light. It darted out like a serpent along the underground rock strata, tearing through the evil mist and heading straight for the southeast of the Ancient Plain.
Thousands of miles away.
The crimson flames turned the Ancient Plain, spanning hundreds of miles, into charred remains.
Dozens of corpses, their eyes wide open in death, lay scattered haphazardly in the lava pit. The chests of each body had been forcibly torn open, and their natal nascent Nascent Souls and Golden Cores had been neatly ripped out. Their deaths were extremely gruesome.
In the very center of the sea of fire, on a stone platform made of broken ancient statues.
A young man wearing a gold-embroidered red robe and with double pupils sat imposingly on it.
Beneath his feet lay the head of a Prodigies from a major sect in the Southern Region, whose seven orifices were bleeding.
The young man slowly put a still-pulsating nascent Nascent Soul into his mouth, chewed it up like a candy, and swallowed it. A violent golden light flashed in his double pupils.
Lu Heaven-Burning, the young master of the Golden Crow Immortal Pavilion.
Suddenly.
Buzz.
The Void trembled slightly, and a faint wisp of crimson fire pierced through the dense Death Fiend Qi, landing steadily in his palm.
Golden Crow Feathers burned out, a faint Divine Thought, mixed with fear and flattery, swiftly entered Lu Heaven-Burning's Sea of Consciousness.
"The Rubble Fiend Abyss... a lone traveler... using only his physical body to fight Third Tier evil beast?"
Lu Heaven-Burning was slightly taken aback, then suddenly stood up from the throne of the god statue, letting out a low, piercing laugh.
The laughter grew louder and louder, causing the entire sea of fire to surge into towering waves.
"Excellent! What a cleverly concealed and elusive Qingyun Holy Son!"
"Relying on your brute strength... I thought you were quite capable, but it turns out you're nothing more than a humanoid beast who cultivates body!"
Lu Heaven-Burning's double pupils opened and closed, revealing a murderous intent, and he coldly shouted:
"Issue the young master's decree!"
"Order the thirty-six Golden Crow Guards to mobilize and surround the Rubble Fiend Abyss!"
"Go and invite the commander of the Divine City Iron Armor Battalion to activate the Nine Suns Heaven-Burning Ancient Diagram and seal off all escape routes within a three-thousand-mile radius of that Fiend Abyss!"
He took a step forward, and the skull of the Prodigies beneath his feet shattered with a crash.
"This young master intends to personally skin him alive, shatter every bone in his body inch by inch, and throw him into the Sun True Fire to forge Spirit Treasure!"
The Immortal-Fall Broken Bridge spans a bottomless abyss of black blood.
The bridge is constructed from the bones of an unknown Ancient Immortal mixed with stubborn stones, weathered and mottled over 100,000 years, and is covered with dark red patches.
Beneath the bridge, the Ten Thousand Years of Death Fiend Qi roared and churned like thick black oil, occasionally unleashing several giant, pale white pythons formed from resentment.
Chen Fan stepped steadily onto the gravel bridge.
With each step, a barely perceptible gray-white ripple appeared on the soles of my feet.
The howling and churning Yinming Death Fiend Qi within a radius of several hundred feet, as if they had stumbled upon a hole in the sea's eye, were drained and devoured without resistance by the body of this eleven-year-old child.
Within the Divine Kingdom, the Black-and-White Millstones slowly rotated, and the Death Formation Core emitted a soft rumble like a surging river.
The world's boundary, shrouded in gray fog, is pushing outward at a visible speed.
"Click."
Suddenly, a crimson gash appeared in the Firmament.
In an instant, the cold, damp wind stopped.
In an instant, the light of the entire Fallen Immortal Ancient Plain was dyed a dazzling blood red, and nine enormous dark red suns tore through the thick, oppressive clouds, hanging high above the broken bridge.
The spiritual energy and Death Fiend Qi of the surrounding three thousand miles were boiled alive by the nine blazing suns at this moment.
The cracked black soil on the ground quickly turned red, transforming into scalding waves of molten lava that surged upwards.
The Nine Suns Heaven-Burning Ancient Diagram.
The legendary supreme killing formation diagram that the Golden Crow Immortal Pavilion used to suppress its mountain gate was now being held up by thirty-six cultivators clad in heavy gold and red armor, completely locking down the entire Rubble Fiend Abyss and the Immortal-Fall Broken Bridge.
Rumble!!
The Void was roughly torn apart like a rag.
A crimson-gold warship, three hundred feet long, soared through the sky, its prow carved with an ancient golden crow poised to take flight, its entire body radiating suffocating waves of heat.
Thirty-six Golden Crow Deathsworn at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and others at the half-step Deity Transformation stage, stood around the Void, their swords drawn, and crimson pillars of killing intent piercing the sky.
On the deck of a warship.
The male disciple of the Nanhua Sect who had previously informed on Chen Fan knelt on the gilded white jade floor tiles, half of his body charred and peeling from the fire poison, but the ecstasy and greed in his eyes were almost overflowing:
"Young Master! It's him! He's on the Broken Bridge!"
"This disciple witnessed it with his own eyes. He had no True Essence whatsoever, yet he killed Third Tier Soul-Devouring Fiend Beast with brute force alone. Moreover, he had a unique talisman from the Azure Cloud Sword Sect affixed to his chest!"
"The young master promised the Earth Marrow and the Nascent Soul-Breaking Pill..."
At the very front of the deck, Lu Heaven-Burning stood with his hands behind his back.
His pupils overlapped deep within his eyes, golden light flickering like fire. He merely glanced casually at the male disciple kneeling at his feet, then flicked out a black Niwan.
"This is a reward for you."
The male disciple caught the Niwan with trembling hands, sniffed it, and his expression changed drastically.
"Young... Young Master, this is clearly a worthless pill that has lost all its medicinal power, not even a low-grade one..."
"You ants, how dare you bargain with this young master?"
Lu Heaven-Burning didn't even look at him directly, a cruel smile curving his lips as he flicked his sleeve.
Puff!
A wisp of pure, blazing Great Sun True Fire flew from his fingertips and instantly touched the male disciple.
Before the disciple could even utter a single scream, he was reduced to a wisp of pale ash in the crimson flames, which drifted into the black blood Abyss beneath the bridge.
Killing one person is as easy as brushing dust off your fingers.
Lu Heaven-Burning stepped out of the warship, crimson flames erupting beneath his feet. A hundred-zhang-long great sun fire dragon materialized out of thin air, carrying his figure as he slowly descended to the other end of the Immortal-Fall Broken Bridge.
The double pupils slowly focused on the thin, black-clad child in the center of the bridge.
"The Holy Son of Qingyun?"
Lu Heaven-Burning lightly, his tone carrying a condescending scrutiny and undisguised disappointment.
"Playing dumb in Heaven-Piercing Gate, hiding in the side courtyard. This young master thought there was some extraordinary reincarnated genius in the Southern Region, but it turns out he's just a peasant who cultivated a barbaric body-refining method and has nothing but brute strength."