Primordial World: I, Emperor Jun, Just Want to Build the Primordial World Section 3

These flames came in a wide variety of forms, each different from the next, but in terms of power and essence, they were fundamentally distinct from the Solar Trueflame.

In Emperor Jun's perception, although these flames were numerous in kind, their purity was far inferior to his Solar Trueflame.

Yet Emperor Jun grew ever more cautious, because these changes meant he was drawing closer and closer to his destination.

As he continued forward, he actually saw sprites—sprites within the flames, red lifeforms in all manner of shapes.

They possessed no intelligence, merely wandering about on instinct and never straying far.

However, the moment these sprites discovered Emperor Jun, they would charge at him in suicidal attacks, seeking to perish together with him.

Self-destruction seemed to be their only means of attack.

Naturally, these attacks did not hinder Emperor Jun's advance, nor did they cause him any trouble.

These flame sprites could not even break through the defensive barrier formed by the Hetu Luoshu Diagram's instinctive protection of its master.

Holding the Hetu Luoshu Diagram, Emperor Jun pressed onward. The flame sprites first grew from few to many, then from many to few, until they vanished completely.

It seemed this region was not a place these flame sprites could set foot in.

Emperor Jun could sense the instinctive emotions of the flame sprites. It was not fear, but reverence, that kept them from entering.

And at last, Emperor Jun saw the target of this journey: a colossal tree whose two trunks, born from the same root, coiled around each other as they grew.

It really was the Fusang Tree.

Emperor Jun thought to himself.

The Fusang Tree changed in ten thousand ways, with no fixed form, and could even divide itself into a hundred bodies.

Ever since Emperor Jun had learned that this small island was called the Valley of Tang, he had guessed that this opportunity might be the Fusang Tree.

In the legends of his previous life, the Fusang Tree grew in the Valley of Tang and, like himself, symbolized the sun.

Though Emperor Jun beheld the opportunity before him and felt immense joy in his heart, he did not rashly step forward to claim it.

For all around the Fusang Tree were flames of every kind, nestled together and combining with one another as they jointly guarded the tree.

To Emperor Jun's eyes, the flames blanketing the ground before him resembled a battle formation poised for action, as though they would devour anyone who sought to claim the Fusang Tree.

Though the flames before him were fierce in formation, Emperor Jun did not sense any danger capable of threatening his life.

"Fire? Then let me see whether your endlessly varied flames can rival my Solar Trueflame!"

Emperor Jun's majestic voice rang through the space.

The moment his words fell, Emperor Jun no longer concealed himself. He now needed to devote all his focus to facing his first battle in the Primordial World.

The innate kingly aura carried by a Primordial Being emerged, while the Golden Crow upon Emperor Jun's Gold-Flow Robe gradually revealed itself.

The Golden Crow on his robe became increasingly conspicuous. Golden light flickered in its pupils, so lifelike that it seemed as though it could fly straight out from Emperor Jun's Gold-Flow Robe.

The Hetu Luoshu Diagram left Emperor Jun's hand and hovered above him, shrouding his figure.

Although Emperor Jun wished to compare his Solar Trueflame with the Fusang Tree's flames and conquer the Fusang Tree in this regard, he valued his own safety even more. Protection was naturally indispensable.

The Fusang Tree seemed to have heard Emperor Jun's words. The flames around it grew even more violent and rushed directly at him, as if intending to refine this lifeform that had spoken such wild boasts.

Emperor Jun naturally refused to be outdone. The Solar Trueflame within him poured forth, meeting those myriad flames head-on in a struggle for supremacy.

Under the protection of the Hetu Luoshu Diagram, Emperor Jun continuously drew in the surrounding spiritual energy, converting it into his own Magical Power to fuel the Solar Trueflame.

The Solar Trueflame was clearly more powerful than the surrounding flames, but this was the Fusang Tree's home ground, where it possessed its own advantages.

For a time, neither side could do anything to the other, and the battle fell into a stalemate.

At this moment, a middle-aged man clad in magnificent robes entered the area and witnessed the scene as well.

Upon seeing the clear confrontation between the two sides, he immediately concealed himself on instinct, his gaze quietly shifting back and forth between Emperor Jun and the Fusang Tree.

His eyes swept across them quickly, and he did not dare stare for too long, fearing that he would draw the attention of either side.

When the snipe and clam grapple, the fisherman reaps the reward!

The thoughts in his heart perfectly matched those eight words.

He thought to himself: I had originally intended to cultivate properly in my Daoist Abode, but I sensed an opportunity hidden within the unseen. Now it seems this opportunity was meant for me, Eastern Lord Duke.

Because all of Emperor Jun's focus was fixed on his confrontation with the Fusang Tree, and because Eastern Lord Duke had concealed himself swiftly enough, Emperor Jun did not notice him.

Suddenly, Emperor Jun's expression changed drastically. Fury burned in his heart as he shouted sharply, "How dare you steal the Solar Trueflame!"

He discovered that during its confrontation with him, the Fusang Tree had actually stolen a thread of his Solar Trueflame, intending to merge it into itself and advance further.

But it had underestimated both the power of the Solar Trueflame and Emperor Jun's control over it.

Because of these two miscalculations, its aura leaked out, allowing Emperor Jun to detect its actions.

The branches and leaves of the Fusang Tree swayed as even fiercer flames surged toward Emperor Jun, as though enraged by its failure.

"Anger?"

Emperor Jun sensed the Fusang Tree's emotions.

"Since you want the Solar Trueflame, how could I possibly refuse to satisfy you?"

After Emperor Jun finished speaking, he used his divine sense to enlarge the Hetu Luoshu Diagram. Phantom images of mountains, rivers, and All Heavens Stars moved ceaselessly within it.

Only when the phantom image of the Sun Star emerged did the Hetu Luoshu Diagram cease changing.

The Sun Star phantom within the Hetu Luoshu Diagram gradually solidified, slowly turning fiery red, like a miniature Sun Star.

"I'll give you the Solar Trueflame. Whether you have the fortune to enjoy it is another matter."

With Emperor Jun's words, fierce Solar Trueflame surged from that "Sun Star," instantly suppressing the other flames as it steadily pressed toward the Fusang Tree.

The Sun Star was the celestial body that had nurtured Emperor Jun, and he shared a natural connection with it. Together with the Hetu Luoshu Diagram, he was able to draw upon the Sun Star's power.

The Fusang Tree's branches and leaves swayed ever more violently, and the entire Valley of Tang began to shake fiercely.

The spiritual creatures, fire spirits, and everything else within the Valley of Tang all transformed into flames and rushed toward the Fusang Tree.

"So the entire Valley of Tang is a formation—a formation meant to nurture you, Fusang Tree."

Emperor Jun suddenly understood.

"Unfortunately, that won't be enough to save you."

Emperor Jun directly revealed his true form: a massive Three-legged Golden Crow, bathed in Solar Trueflame.

With a cry, part of the Solar Trueflame flowed into Emperor Jun's body, then surged back out from within him and raced toward the Fusang Tree.

After being refined by Emperor Jun, the Solar Trueflame's power rose to another level.

Slowly, the temperature in the surroundings climbed higher and higher, until even the space around them began to warp.

The Solar Trueflame completely suppressed every kind of flame wielded by the Fusang Tree. It reached the tree's side and scorched it.

The Fusang Tree resisted with all its might, but it was utterly useless. Gradually, the Solar Trueflame climbed onto the Fusang Tree's true body.

Its trunk began to tremble and sway without end, as though it could feel the agony of being seared.

The sliver of Solar Trueflame it had sought to merge with was far less painful than this.

Emperor Jun naturally sensed the Fusang Tree's suffering, but he did not soften. He continued pouring out Solar Trueflame, as though he intended to burn the Fusang Tree to ashes.

At last, Emperor Jun received a hazy consciousness, brimming with pain and terror.

Of course, what it conveyed more than anything was submission and a plea for mercy.

This was precisely the moment Emperor Jun had been waiting for. Ever since he had seen the Fusang Tree, its every reaction had suggested that it was not wholly without intelligence, so Emperor Jun had been waiting for it to submit of its own accord.

The Fusang Tree's submission did not make Emperor Jun stop. He conveyed his intention to it.

He wanted to place his own imprint within the Fusang Tree's body.

The Fusang Tree did not immediately answer. It was still hesitating.

Emperor Jun did not urge it either. He held the advantage now; the one suffering was the Fusang Tree.

As more and more Solar Trueflame filled this space, the Fusang Tree finally could not hold on any longer and agreed to Emperor Jun's demand.

Emperor Jun had the Fusang Tree open its consciousness and branded it with his Primordial Spirit imprint.

From then on, the Fusang Tree's life and death were completely in Emperor Jun's hands.

At this moment, Eastern Lord Duke watched the Fusang Tree surrounded by Solar Trueflame and immediately sensed that the opportunity that had nearly fallen into his hands seemed about to slip away.

There was no scene of both sides suffering grave losses before him, and after weighing his own strength, he feared he was no match for that Golden Crow either.

That's right—a Golden Crow!

The instant Eastern Lord Duke saw its true form, the name naturally surfaced in his mind. For a creature born of heaven and earth, that was all he knew—only the name of its species.

Perhaps because he had lost this opportunity, or perhaps because Emperor Jun's strength had shocked him too deeply, his mind actually wavered, and a trace of his aura leaked out involuntarily.

This is bad!

Eastern Lord Duke instantly sensed trouble.

"Who's there?"