Battle Through the Heavens: I, Han Feng, Respect the Teacher and Value the Dao

The moment this flame appeared, the faint whispers all around seemed to be startled, vanishing completely in an instant.

Netherworld Wind Flame was a flame of extreme yin. Even within the endless netherworld, it could seize the authority of dominion.

The place where Netherworld Wind Flame had been born was remarkably similar to this place. Even when the Heavenly Flame had still been immature, it had been able to command the winds and rains, leaving the Black Corner Region under the ravages of Black Storms year-round. Now that the Heavenly Flame had fully matured and could govern yin energy, this was naturally no challenge.

Rings of black flame spread out from Han Feng like traces left by the wind, forcing back the unknown force within Earth God Abyss.

Boom—

As Han Feng pondered, a muffled sound suddenly rose from the rock beneath his feet. An almost tangible tremor surged up from the depths of the abyss, jolting his body to a brief halt.

"An earth vein fluctuation?"

Han Feng's body suddenly sank. The space beneath his feet seemed to collapse inward by an inch in an instant, gravity surging wildly as though he had been pressed into a massive prison of sinking sand.

He could still break free from the devouring pull of this immense force at any moment, but faced with this situation, Han Feng instead felt a measure of curiosity.

The next moment, Han Feng slowly raised his hand. A Profound Yellow flame silently ignited in his palm, its glow solemn and ancient, as though it carried the aura of the world's first opening.

"Profound Yellow Flame!"

With a soft shout, Profound Yellow Flame poured from his palm, transforming into streaks of fire that spread along the rock beneath his feet, as though awakening the sleeping laws of