Sacred Land Valley

Faced with the intense waves of consciousness brimming with hatred and unwillingness from the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame.

"You're far too unruly. I cannot keep you," Wei Yang said with a frown.

This flame was meant for his son, Wei Ye.

No matter how cautious Wei Yang was, it would not be excessive.

Moreover, this flame's consciousness was far too vicious, and it itself possessed the strength of a High-level Half-Saint. Handing such a flame to his son rashly? Wei Yang would have to be out of his mind.

Therefore.

"Since you are living in such pain anyway, shrouded in hatred every day, I might as well erase your consciousness. For you, that would be a kind of release as well. So go on."

As his words fell, a thought crossed his mind, and vast Soul Power surged from between his brows once more, pouring into the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame's origin.

Then.

Boom!

The entire golden flame shuddered violently. The spirituality contained within it visibly plummeted, and its aura instantly weakened by a great deal.

"No—"

The Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame let out a shrill howl. Its consciousness rapidly collapsed as Wei Yang forcibly erased it.

"I'm sorry. For my son's safety, I can only sacrifice you," Wei Yang murmured.

"Ah—Human, and that old bastard Emperor Ming, I curse you! Neither of you will die well! I refuse to accept this—"

"Didn't I tell you? Emperor Ming is already dead. Why waste your effort cursing him? If you have anything, direct it at me." Wei Yang frowned slightly before relaxing. "Of course, if doing so makes you feel better, then suit yourself."

A curse?

Wei Yang did not care in the slightest.

After all, if curses worked, why would anyone still need to cultivate?

No one