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Five years had passed, and he had long since gotten used to this being his father's way of greeting him.

The first time they met, that slap had nearly knocked his soul out of his body.

"Dad, take it easy."

Fang Yan spat out the Windtail Grass in his mouth and slowly sat up.

"It doesn't matter if Sky Pillar Peak collapses, but what if it crushes the flowers and grass?"

"It won't collapse."

Fang Lie burst into laughter and plopped down beside Fang Yan. His gaze fell upon the cyan mark between Fang Yan's brows, and a trace of gratification flashed through his eyes.

"The Wind Law Imprint. Good lad, you're better than your old man."

"Of course I am."

Fang Yan was not modest in the slightest.

Fang Lie gave him another slap, this one much lighter.

"The ancestor learned that you broke through. He wants you to go back."

Fang Yan raised a brow.

The Fang Family's ancestor was an unparalleled existence who presided over Yinghuo Star.

An Immortal God!

Throughout the entire Southern Border Star Domain, Immortal Gods were the heavens themselves, existences all living beings looked up to yet could never reach.

At this early stage of the universe era, the Human Race was still developing at high speed. The only supreme experts at the level of Universe Masters were Dragon Walker Lord and Origin.

Immortal Gods were still nowhere near as common as they would become in later eras.

As for which stage of Immortal God this ancestor belonged to, that was not important. What mattered was that the Wind Crystal Spirit Fruit he bestowed was truly delicious!

Fang Yan licked his lips. After gaining the recognition of the Law of Wind, the effects of the Wind Crystal Spirit Fruit had already been greatly reduced...

"The ancestor wants to see me?"

There was a subtle note in Fang Yan's voice.

Although the Virtual Universe, capable of covering the entire Primordial Universe, did not yet exist, humanity's current technology could still build a Virtual Universe that covered Yinghuo Star.

In the five years since he had come to this universe, he had never met this legendary ancestor in person.

It was not that the ancestor put on airs. Rather, Fang Yan had deliberately avoided him all this time.

The existence of the Spring Autumn Cicada avatar was simply too heaven-defying. If its innate secret technique of reversing time were exposed, forget the Southern Border Star Domain—even the entire Primordial Universe would erupt into chaos.

Could an Immortal God see through his secret?

Seeing his son standing there in a daze, Fang Lie assumed Fang Yan was nervous about meeting the ancestor. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Don't worry. The ancestor has a very good temper. Back then, he could even sit down and chat with stray dogs by the roadside."

Fang Yan: "..."

The way he put it, why did it sound like he was describing a lonely old man?

"Let's go."

Fang Lie stood up and casually hauled Fang Yan up from the ground as well.

"The ancestor said that if you gained the Law of Wind's recognition, you were to go find him at the Flame Ruins Palace."

Flame Ruins Palace.

Fang Yan had heard of that place.

It was where the Fang Family's ancestor cultivated in seclusion, located deep within Yinghuo Star's core. The entire hall was built from a special fire-attributed stone.

It was said to improve one's comprehension of the Fire-Space Fusion Law.

During the era of the eight Beast Gods, their cultivation paths had also been quite popular in the early Primordial Universe.

When Fang Yan heard that the ancestor was walking the path of Fire-Space Fusion, he immediately laughed.

There were waters too deep for this ancestor to grasp...

"Dad, what exactly does the ancestor want from me?"

Fang Yan asked tentatively.

Fang Lie scratched his head. A rare trace of confusion appeared on his rugged face.

"To be honest, I don't know either. The ancestor only said you'd know when you got there."

"Fine, then I'll see him."

Fang Yan patted off dust that did not exist on his clothes.

Who wasn't a young man raised beneath the red flag?

Even though this was already his third life, Fang Yan had not forgotten that brief and ordinary experience.

"I've even grown attached to being a workhorse..."

Fang Yan took a deep breath and suppressed those distant memories in his mind.

Fang Lie leaped down from a height of ten thousand zhang with Fang Yan in tow.

Sky Pillar Peak was the tallest mountain on Yinghuo Star. Looking down from here, the entire planet resembled a crimson wilderness. Silver rivers occasionally wound through it—an extraordinary sight formed by liquid metal ore veins flowing across the surface.

The Fang Family members were mostly fire-attributed, and cultivating in such an environment naturally produced twice the result with half the effort.

Yet Fang Yan alone had emerged as a wind-attributed genius, giving the Fang Family quite a headache.

They could not rest easy letting such a genius go outside, considering how dangerous it was out there.

Besides, Fang Yan himself did not want to leave Yinghuo Star.

Anyone who refused to cling to a powerful patron was an idiot!

Thus, under Fang Lie's doting indulgence, Sky Pillar Peak came into being.

Meanwhile, eight hundred light-years away in the Spirit Wind Secret Realm, Spirit Wind World Master, the strongest expert of the Spirit Wind Race, was still weeping silently.

"Waaah! He's a Flame World Master, so why does he need my Spirit Wind Divine Mountain?"

An incomparably grand city stood ahead. Its walls were built from Fire-Pattern Stone, a specialty of Yinghuo Star, and gleamed dark red beneath the sunlight. From afar, it looked like a colossal beast crouching upon the earth.

The entire city spanned a thousand li. Pavilions and towers stood in orderly rows within it, while cultivation platforms of all sizes floated everywhere. Streaks of light would occasionally rise from the city.

Fang Yan followed Fang Lie and landed in the center of the city.

"Greetings, Seventh Elder!"

"Greetings, Little Holy Son!"

Fang Lie waved a hand, signaling that the guards need not stand on ceremony.

Fang Yan, trailing behind him, curled his lip.

"Whoever came up with such a cringe-worthy title? 'Little Holy Son'? Why not call me 'Little Blackie' while you're at it?"

Fang Lie led Fang Yan across the central plaza and headed north.

Along the way, Fang Family disciples stepped aside and saluted them. Cries of "Seventh Elder" and "Little Holy Son" rose one after another.

"We're here."

Fang Lie stopped before the gates of a towering hall.

Fang Yan looked up and saw that the building before him was completely different from the pavilions and towers of Fire-Pattern Stone throughout the city.

It was a square hall, pitch-black from top to bottom. A thick stone pillar stood at each of its four corners, each carved with intricate flame patterns.

The hall had no doors, only a deep entrance. Its interior was utterly dark, and faint waves of heat drifted out from the depths.

"Flame Ruins Palace."

Fang Lie put away his usual rough manner, his tone becoming unusually serious.

"The ancestor is waiting for you inside. Go in by yourself. I won't accompany you."

"Dad isn't going in?" Fang Yan was somewhat surprised.

"The ancestor only summoned you."

Fang Lie grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, the ancestor won't eat people. Even if he really wanted to, your little body wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth."

Fang Yan: "..."

He took a deep breath and stepped toward the pitch-black entrance.

The instant his foot crossed into the hall, the surrounding temperature soared abruptly. It was not the dry heat that scorched the skin, but a sensation that seeped into his bones, as though even his soul were being roasted.

The passage was very long. Fang Yan walked for roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn before the view before him suddenly opened up.

The core region of the Flame Ruins Palace was a massive hall spanning several thousand zhang in every direction.

The hall's dome rose hundreds of zhang high. Countless fist-sized Fire-Origin Crystals were embedded in the surrounding walls, giving off a gentle red glow that illuminated the entire space.