Flame Mantra, Twenty-Three Heavenly Flames!

Afterward, Lin Ximeng took Fang Yang home.

"Yang'er, go play in your room first. Mom will make you something tasty."

Lin Ximeng reminded Fang Yang, then turned and headed for the kitchen.

Fang Yang also returned to his room.

Then, with a thought, Fang Yang released his Martial Soul and sensed the circulation of Soul Power within his body.

Suddenly, a scene surfaced in his mind. A sun appeared in the sky, heaven and earth collapsed, and the world was engulfed by an endless sea of flames!

At the center of that sea of fire bloomed a multicolored flame lotus, radiating an intense, heart-palpitating aura!

"What is this?"

Fang Yang stared at the flame lotus and vaguely saw that it contained twenty-three different flames.

The next moment!

The flame lotus transformed into a flaming pearl and flew toward Fang Yang, instantly entering his body.

After a while, Fang Yang woke from his daze and sensed a faint abnormality within his body.

He focused inward and was stunned to discover a completely crimson flaming pearl inside him.

The flaming pearl was only the size of a thumb, yet it emitted a terrifying pressure.

"This pearl, could it be..." Fang Yang muttered instinctively.

As his words fell, the flaming pearl within his body suddenly released a burst of fiery light.

The very next moment, an ancient plaza suddenly appeared before Fang Yang. Upon that plaza stood Twenty-Three Heaven-Reaching Giant Pillars.

Each pillar was entwined with flames of a different color. Some bloomed like azure lotuses, some coiled like golden dragons, while others resembled ghostly nether flames... and so on.

Heavenly Flame Plaza!

"This is the Heavenly Flame Plaza that has gathered all twenty-three Heavenly Flames!" Fang Yang froze for a moment before realizing what it was.

At the same time, he obtained a familiar cultivation technique from the Heavenly Flame Plaza.

"Flame Mantra!"

"Hm?" Fang Yang had not expected it to be this technique.

After all, Flame Mantra was a cultivation technique capable of endlessly evolving by devouring flames, and its origins were extraordinary.

One being who cultivated the Flame Mantra was known as the Flame Emperor. He ruled the Endless Fire Domain and was said to burn the heavens with myriad flames.

However, it was only after obtaining Flame Mantra that Fang Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Good thing I have a cheat. Otherwise, I really would have been tied up by Blue Silver Grass Entanglement...

"Have you not heard that heaven never seals off every path? As long as I want to walk, the road lies beneath my feet!"

Fang Yang would absolutely cultivate the Flame Mantra. As for Heavenly Flames?

There were twenty-three Heavenly Flames here, enough to evolve his Flame Mantra into a Heaven-tier cultivation technique, perhaps even something greater.

Just as Fang Yang was deep in thought, an invisible force suddenly kicked him out.

"Hm?!"

Before Fang Yang could react, the scene before him abruptly changed, and he was back in his room.

"Did I get kicked out?" Fang Yang was shocked, but he quickly suppressed his stray thoughts.

His most urgent task was to cultivate the Flame Mantra first!

He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing until his mind calmed.

Then, he sensed the Soul Power flowing through his meridians and, following the circulation route of the Flame Mantra in his mind, guided it through specific meridians.

At first, Soul Power moved through his meridians with extreme difficulty, as though it were flowing against the current. Every inch of progress required immense concentration.

But Fang Yang was in no hurry. He patiently circulated the technique again and again. Gradually, the flow of Soul Power began to smooth out, like trickling streams converging into a river, eventually forming a stable cycle.

Who knew how much time passed before Fang Yang's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Phew!"

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes.

After cultivating the Flame Mantra, Fang Yang seemed even more spirited than before. His delicate face carried a faint jade-like glow, and he looked full of vitality.

"Is this the wonder of the Flame Mantra?" Fang Yang murmured, feeling the surging Soul Power within him and the significant enhancement of his senses.

He rose to his feet and stretched his limbs, feeling strength fill his entire body and his mind clearer than ever before.

What surprised him even more was that merely beginning to cultivate the Yellow-tier Flame Mantra had already produced effects far beyond the Mysterious Heaven Skill that God King Tang had relied upon to become famous!

"Who would have thought that a dignified Sea God had actually become a God King by relying on a mortal cultivation technique he stole? How ironic..."

Fang Yang shook his head with a faint laugh, a trace of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

If the world learned this truth, likely no one would believe it.

But if his Flame Mantra could devour Heavenly Flames and evolve into a Mysterious-tier cultivation technique, or even the legendary Heaven-tier cultivation technique, just how terrifying would its power be?

"Tang San could become a God through a mortal technique he stole. Then I, Fang Yang, may not be unable to reach the pinnacle with the Flame Mantra!"

At that thought, Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and his brows relaxed. His eyes resembled secluded springs beneath the moonlight as he looked outside the window.

He suddenly smiled. "It is nothing more than a little hardship!"

However, his act lasted less than a second. The next moment!

"Fang Yang, come out and eat."

Mom Lin Ximeng's voice carried into the room, instantly shattering the atmosphere.

Fang Yang's expression stiffened, and the aura of an unrivaled expert he had just displayed vanished without a trace.

"Coming, coming!"

He rushed out of his room in a few quick strides and arrived in the living room, where steaming dishes had already been laid out on the dining table.

Fang Yang's stomach growled at just the right time. He eagerly sat down, picked up his bowl, and began wolfing down the food.

Lin Ximeng could not help but smile at the sight.

"Slow down. No one's going to fight you for it."

"Mom, the food you make is the best!" Fang Yang said.

Then Lin Ximeng placed another piece of braised pork into his bowl. "Yang'er, you're growing. If you like it, eat more. Mom isn't hungry."

To Lin Ximeng, nothing made her happier than seeing her son Fang Yang enjoy the food she cooked.

Hearing this, Fang Yang was slightly moved. He was not that ungrateful bastard Tang San, the pinnacle of forgetting one's roots!

Eating the food from the pot while cursing the person who cooked it.

Thinking of those who had helped Tang San, Fang Yang's gaze could not help darkening.

If he remembered correctly, none of the people who helped Tang San had good endings.

In the end, they all died...

If you want to argue with me, then let me ask you: although Yu Xiaogang used Tang San to make a name for himself, did he not treat Tang San like his own son?

For Tang San's sake, Yu Xiaogang had even lowered his head to Pope Bibi Dong, begging her to spare Tang San.

And what was the final result? Did he not still die...

As for Tang San's biological mother and father, one was the Life Core and the other a Plane Master.

Yu Xiaogang: "This useless master really is a clown!"

As for the Shrek Seven Devils, there was even less to say. Such good brothers—Dai Laoda in the early days, Dai Mubai in the later days.

Attitude was the mask of the heart!

"Mom, I can't finish this. You eat too." Fang Yang suddenly picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and placed it in Lin Ximeng's bowl, interrupting his own thoughts.

Lin Ximeng froze for a moment, then her eyes reddened slightly. "Alright, Mom will eat too."

Halfway through the meal, Fang Yang suddenly remembered something. He set down his bowl and chopsticks, then pulled a Business Card from his pocket.

Seeing this, Lin Ximeng paused slightly with her chopsticks in hand. "This is...?"

"Mom, Master Su Tao from the Spirit Pagoda gave this to me."

Fang Yang handed the Business Card to his mother, Lin Ximeng, and added, "During my Martial Soul awakening today, I tested as having Innate Full Soul Power. Master Su Tao invited me to join the Spirit Pagoda on the spot..."

Hearing this, Lin Ximeng accepted the Business Card Fang Yang handed her. Looking at it in her hand, she fell silent for a moment.

She had never expected Fang Yang, the child she had picked up during an accident six years ago, to possess such outstanding talent.

But Fang Yang had Innate Full Soul Power. With Lin Ximeng's family circumstances, it was simply impossible to nurture him.

After a long while, Lin Ximeng softly asked, "Yang'er, what do you think?"

Fang Yang had thought it through carefully. "Mom, I plan to join the Spirit Pagoda. The resources required for someone with Innate Full Soul Power are not something our family can afford, but the Spirit Pagoda can provide them."

Hearing his answer, Lin Ximeng looked at Fang Yang and said, "Yang'er, since you've made your decision, go do it. Mom will always support you!"