The Twin Prodigies of Flame and Wu

On the highest peak of the glacier.

Eleven complex and massive hexagram magic arrays were arranged in sequence atop the summit, while a small cabin carved from ice and snow stood quietly to the side, where Roger sat inside enjoying fine wine.

Suddenly, the divine sense Roger had cast outward stirred, and he opened his eyes.

"Huh... why have they come to me so suddenly? Didn't they say they wouldn't go to the Supreme Plane? Could it be they've changed their minds?"

Roger whispered, his gaze sweeping toward the north.

There, two disheveled figures were flying rapidly toward the glacier.

It was Xiao Yan and Albert, who had fled from Lynn.

"Mr. Roger," Xiao Yan transmitted weakly.

Roger glanced over Xiao Yan's severed arm, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes. "What happened to you?"

Xiao Yan touched his nose and gave a bitter smile.

"I ran into a troublesome fellow and had an arm cut off by him. To seek refuge, I had no choice but to come to you, sir. If Lynn pursues me, it will be easier to escape into the Supreme Plane and secure a chance at survival."

"Lynn?" Roger quickly recalled the Saint Domains on the continent, only to find that no Saint Domain named Lynn existed among them.

"Is this Lynn you speak of a newly ascended Saint Domain?" Roger looked at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment, thought briefly, and then spoke. "I suppose so... when I fought Lynn, I felt he wasn't very old, probably about the same age as me."

"What!" Roger's tone was somewhat surprised.

"About the same age as you? Does that mean there is yet another genius?"

"I never expected that in the same era, the Azeron Continent could produce both you and Lynn."

"You flatter me, sir. As of now, I am nothing but a stray dog," Xiao Yan said with a bitter smile.

"I can only hide here on the glacier until my laws are perfected, then return to the continent to kill him."

"The cultivation conditions in the material plane are far too poor. My advice is that you take this opportunity to head to the Supreme Plane. With your talent, it won't be long before you become a Low-level God. By then... a mere Saint Domain could be wiped out with a wave of your hand," Roger said, his tone seductive.

Xiao Yan touched his nose, sighed, and shook his head.

"Sir, this one lacks the strength. Unless absolutely necessary, I truly cannot head to the Supreme Plane."

"Fine then." Seeing Xiao Yan refuse again, Roger frowned. With a wave of his hand, divine power surged, tossing Xiao Yan and Albert down to the foot of the mountain.

"No one is allowed to stay on the glacier. Go to the nearby sea to cultivate," Roger's cold voice rang out.

"Yes, sir." Xiao Yan and Albert bowed in salute and left together.

Watching their retreating backs, a playful smirk curled the corners of Roger's mouth, as if he could already see the scene of them leaving the material plane in the future.

"Thinking of using the teleportation array as a sanctuary? It's not that simple!"

Roger smiled with malice, his gaze turning toward the continent. As his divine sense swept over a deep stretch of ocean, his lips moved slightly.

The seawater rippled, and a massive figure swam through the surface.

Roger stroked his beard, a smile tugging at his lips.

As long as the news of Xiao Yan arriving at the glacier spread, Roger believed that the newly ascended Saint Domain named Lynn would definitely pursue him once he found out, and then...

"It will only be interesting if they fight!"

Under Roger's secret instigation, the battle between Xiao Yan and Lynn soon spread across the entire continent.

Both men became famous throughout the world.

"Hiss~ I originally thought the Flame Saint Xiao Yan's talent was invincible, but I never expected someone even more ferocious to exist. What is the background of this Martial Saint Lynn, to be able to suppress Xiao Yan like that!!"

"It seems he is a prodigy from the Imperial Capital Magic Academy of the Roland Empire," said an insider who had heard of Lynn's name.

"A prodigy from the Imperial Capital Magic Academy? Are you kidding me? Even the dean of the Imperial Capital Magic Academy, Wilcott, is only a level-nine Grand Magus. Could he teach a Saint Magus?" someone argued.

Some discussed the outcome of the battle between Xiao Yan and Lynn, while others with ulterior motives spread the whereabouts of the two.

"It is said that this time the Martial Saint severed one of the Flame Saint's arms. I wonder if it's true or false?" someone said loudly.

"Of course it's true, it's spread all over the continent," someone responded.

"How would we mortals know the affairs of the heavens? Besides, for a Saint Domain, a mere arm is not difficult to recover," a rational person shook his head.

"Two great geniuses, what a pity... what a pity," an old man whispered while drinking.

The people around looked at the old man with confusion.

"You old codger, what are you saying is a pity? What kind of riddle are you playing?" asked an impatient man, a red-haired brute.

The old man glanced at the brute, a smile of detachment from worldly affairs appearing on his face.

"I pity that the Flame Saint was born at the wrong time. He was meant to be a peerless monster who would dominate the world, but unfortunately, he met the Martial Saint."

"Now that the Flame Saint is hiding in the depths of the South Sea, he must be avoiding the Martial Saint's pursuit. And now that even we know this information, do you think that high and mighty Martial Saint doesn't know?"

"Perhaps he has already arrived in the South Sea to kill him!"

Flame Saint Xiao Yan broke through to the Saint Domain at seventeen, and in the same year, he defied the odds to slay the veteran Saint Domain powerhouse Theodore. He was supposed to be like a roc rising on the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles upward.

Yet now, he has fallen into such a miserable state that he might even perish.

If the world must have Xiao Yan, why must it also have the Martial Saint!!

It is a pity, a tragedy, and a lamentable affair.

Lynn, currently in Blackstone Town, naturally took note of the turmoil in the outside world.

He focused his soul power on the conversations happening in the streets.

At the back mountain, Lynn stroked his spatial ring, his expression cold and his eyes indifferent as he gazed toward the south.

"To spread across the continent this quickly, Wilbur wouldn't have the guts to do it."

"It can only be you..." Roger's face flashed through Lynn's mind, his expression turning grim.

If Xiao Yan and I were not one and the same, I fear you would have successfully lured me into a trap and killed one of my clones this time. A murderous glint flashed in Lynn's eyes, though he quickly suppressed it.

"No time to lose. Now that the Pseudo Soul Gold Bead is in hand, I must first raise my soul strength. When the time comes to create a clone, I will directly split off a portion of my Saint Domain-level soul to accelerate the clone's growth. In any case, I have enough Pseudo Soul Gold Beads."

"It works out perfectly. With Xiao Yan in the South Sea, I can keep track of Roger's movements, and I don't have to worry about him discovering my secrets while I use the Origin Bead!"

That's right; the battle between Xiao Yan and Lynn this time had been entirely planned out in advance.

After this battle, not only could Lynn openly obtain the Pseudo Soul Gold Bead from Xiao Yan, but he could also have Xiao Yan use the excuse of fearing Lynn's pursuit to hide near the Plane Teleportation Array, monitoring the Plane Warden in an unexpected way.

"Next, to prevent Roger from becoming suspicious, I will announce to the outside world that I am entering closed-door cultivation. As for the reason... I'll say I gained insights into the Fate Law from my battle with Xiao Yan!"

...On January 1st, 10002 of the Azeron Calendar, Martial Saint Lynn and Flame Saint Xiao Yan fought a decisive battle above the nine heavens, a feat that spread across the continent.

Later generations would call it the Battle of the Firmament.

Lynn and Xiao Yan were also hailed as the Azeron Twin Stars.

Flame Saint Xiao Yan, a hero among men, a peak among mountains, master of the four seas and guardian of the eight wildernesses!

Martial Saint Lynn, soaring over the North Sea, treading the nine heavens, eternal in this world, breaker of all prodigies!