"Portrait? Legacy?"
The clan leaders of each generation must have had an extremely strong desire for the Ancestor Yan Inheritance, but no matter how much they desired it, they probably wouldn't dare to touch the portrait of the Ancestor Yan.
After all, Old Ancestor Yan Li founded the Flame Clan. In the hearts of the Flame Clan members, Yan Li is not only their ancestor, but also the sacred and inviolable deity of the Flame Clan!
If anyone dares to lay a hand on the Ancestor Yan Portrait, the consequences will be unimaginable...
Disrespecting the ancestor, according to the Flame Clan's rules, will result in imprisonment for hundreds of years as a form of self-reflection, or even the loss of all cultivation and expulsion from the Flame Clan.
In any family, disrespect for ancestors is an unforgivable crime!
Moreover, he was the ancestor of the Dou Di who single-handedly founded the family.
Let alone Huo Xuan, even the clan leader would be punished for disrespecting the Ancestor Yan!
Huo Xuan stared at the portrait, his mind racing as he considered various possible solutions.
Kneel down and beg the ancestor to grant you divine intervention? Use your sincere heart to move the ancestor and persuade them to pass on their legacy to you?
This idea is rather unrealistic. Many clan leaders throughout history have probably done this before. Even if I kneel here for several years or decades, the ancestor might not be able to grant my wish. Besides, I only have this last day left.
Let's try a different approach.
How about we drip a drop of blood on it?
Huo Xuan thought this method should be feasible. Since the legacy left by the ancestor was intended for the descendants of the Flame Clan, it was not impossible to obtain the legacy through blood oath.
The blood used for the dripping probably shouldn't be ordinary blood; it would be more reliable to use the bloodline of the Flame Clan's Dou Di Bloodline.
Thinking of this, Huo Xuan formed several strange hand seals, then gently traced the tip of his right index finger across his left palm. Instantly, a faint bloodstain appeared, and drops of blood slowly flowed out...
Seeing this, Huo Xuan quickly caught the blood, then wiped the bloodstain with his right hand, and the bleeding stopped immediately.
Fresh blood floated silently in Huo Xuan's palm, with a faint golden light shimmering above it.
After hesitating for a moment, Huo Xuan smeared his blood on a Crimson Flame on the portrait. The flame was red, and the blood was red; since they were both red, it would be less likely to be noticed.
After waiting a moment, there was still no response...
"Could I have guessed wrong?"
Seeing this, Huo Xuan stared blankly at the portrait in front of him. After a moment, he shook his head slightly and fell silent.
With disappointment filling his eyes, Huo Xuan fell silent. This silence lasted for a long time. Suddenly, a somewhat crazy idea popped into Huo Xuan's mind!
Upon seeing this portrait, Huo Xuan was reminded of the Demon Fire Remnant Map!
Why don't we try burning the portrait with Strange Fire?
Huo Xuan's gaze fell on the portrait again, but after only a few seconds, Huo Xuan dismissed the idea.
If the portrait is fine, wouldn't my Strange Fire turn me to ashes?
Destroying the portrait is undoubtedly a great disrespect to one's ancestors, akin to digging up one's own ancestral grave. If the portrait is truly destroyed, one's good days are likely over...
Just as Huo Xuan was about to give up, he felt a little unwilling. Since he had come all this way, how could he leave empty-handed?
All the signs here indicate that there's something wrong with the portrait. I must have been using the wrong method just now. Maybe... using Strange Fire is the correct way to open it...
Although the clan leaders of past generations were eager to pass on their legacy, they probably wouldn't dare to touch the portrait of the Ancestor Yan. At most, they would probably do it secretly, like I do, trying to leave no trace.
They might not dare to have such a bold idea about the portrait, and even if they did, they certainly wouldn't dare to actually do it, because they were well aware of the consequences...
In Battle Through the Heavens, Strange Fire is omnipotent!
In the original work, the Heavenly Flame Three Mysterious Transformations, the Spirit Nurturing Powder, and the remnant soul of the Purifying Lotus Demon Saint were all created by burning with Strange Fire. In the original work, whenever they encountered something strange, they would burn it with Strange Fire, and that would solve the problem.
Thinking this through, Huo Xuan became increasingly convinced that his guess was correct. He took a deep breath, summoned his Strange Fire, and slowly walked towards the portrait...
"Ancestor, please don't blame me. Blame yourself for your fondness for these fancy things..." Huo Xuan held the Strange Fire in one hand and stroked the edge of the portrait with the other, saying, "Ancestor, if I accidentally destroy the portrait... you must forgive me!"
After speaking, Huo Xuan hesitated for a long time. He wanted to make a move several times, but his hands just wouldn't obey him. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Finally, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and truly hardened his heart. The Strange Fire in his palm landed on the portrait!
A moment later, Huo Xuan withdrew the Strange Fire, opened his eyes, and the portrait was still hanging there!
All is well!
Seeing this, Huo Xuan immediately perked up, and her previously uneasy heart gradually calmed down...
After being burned by the Strange Fire, the portrait was not only unharmed, but if you look closely, you can even see that the colors on the portrait have become even more vibrant!
There is indeed a problem here!
This time, Huo Xuan did not hesitate for a moment and summoned the Strange Fire again to burn the portrait!
The flames roared, and under the intense heat, the colors of the portrait gradually became even more vibrant, faintly emitting a soft glow...
As the Strange Fire burned more fiercely, the light emitted from the portrait grew brighter and brighter. The light was extremely soft, but when it fell upon Huo Xuan's body, he clearly felt an immense pressure. Moreover, as the light intensified, the pressure also grew stronger...
This terrifying pressure was something Huo Xuan was not capable of resisting at all. The pressure grew stronger and stronger, and Huo Xuan almost couldn't help but kneel down.
"Almost there, it should be done soon..."
Despite the immense pressure, Huo Xuan persevered. He had a premonition that he was close to success, but also a premonition that if he stopped now, all his previous efforts would be in vain...
The temperature was intensified again, Strange Fire rapidly burned the portrait. The colors of the portrait became more and more vivid, and the light became stronger and stronger. At the same time, the pressure was also stronger. At a certain moment, the portrait suddenly trembled, and a light that was dozens of times stronger than before burst out from it!
"Puff!"
This time, the pressure increased dozens of times in an instant. Huo Xuan could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and his vision went black as he fainted.
A moment later, the soft light gradually dissipated, the portrait returned to its original appearance, and Huo Xuan disappeared...
"What terrifying pressure!"
Two White-Robed Old Man appeared, looking around at everything with extremely solemn expressions.
Looking around but not finding Huo Xuan, an old man frowned and asked, "Where's that little guy?"
They hadn't felt that terrifying pressure from their clan leader before; the owner of that pressure must have been at least Nine-Star Dou Sheng Initial Stage...
Nine Star Dou Sheng Peak expert... or even stronger...
Previously, faced with that oppressive aura, they felt as insignificant as ants...
"Could it be...?"
The two White-Robed Old Man suddenly turned their gazes to the lifelike portrait hanging in the hall, looking at each other in disbelief.
"I'm afraid that's the only possibility... The little guy is really lucky. Something that Ten Thousand Year Inheritance and sought after by successive clan leaders has finally fallen into his hands..."
"Just in case, I'll go inform the clan leader. You stay here and keep watch..." After saying this, a White-Robed Old Man flashed and disappeared from the spot.
Only one other White-Robed Old Man remained, standing alone, his gaze fixed on the portrait of the ancestor before him.
"Ten Thousand Year Inheritance, with each patriarch returning empty-handed, why was this little fellow able to obtain it?"
"Sigh, the word 'opportunity' truly leaves one speechless..."