Chapter 840 (Appearance of the Mystical Fire)
This time, Chu Yuxuan and Hua Yang's mission was to find the Mystical Fire. They were the first to go because Mystical Fire was not an ordinary fire; it was extremely rare. In order to avoid drawing attention, they were sent out as scouts to see if they could discover anything.
Finding a Mystical Fire still required luck and destiny.
While Hua Yang was deep in thought, he didn't notice that there was someone else beside him.
"Hua Yang!" a man shrouded in a black robe spoke.
Hearing the voice, Hua Yang's expression changed, and he immediately knelt on one knee, saying in a low voice, "Master!"
The man in the black robe lifted his hood, revealing an ordinary face that made him blend into the crowd, looking like an average person on the street.
"I heard you angered the Emperor of the Azure Dragon Empire to death?" Han Ri, who was sitting nearby, poured herself a cup of tea, blew on it to cool it down, and then took a sip while furrowing his brows.
Hua Yang quickly lowered his head, his face filled with fear. "Master, your disciple had no choice."
Han Ri looked at his disciple in this state and chuckled. "Hua Yang, your master doesn't blame you for angering the Emperor to death. An Emperor is just a minor figure. What's more important is that you defeated Chu Yuxuan from the Benevolent King Prison! Isn't that true?"
"I'm not sure, but in the end, I let him escape," Hua Yang said, avoiding the matter of his possession. At first, he was defeated by Chu Yuxuan. But even though he was possessed, he still defeated him. No matter what means were used, it improved his reputation.
Han Ri patted Hua Yang on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter. Whether Chu Yuxuan lives or dies, you have avenged yourself and brought glory to our Three Supreme Halls."
"But, Master, the incident with the Emperor... It seems to have stirred up public outrage," Hua Yang said worriedly. Currently, the entire Azure Dragon Empire was talking about him murdering the Emperor. Some children even composed songs about it, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"Don't worry. The Hall Master has made arrangements. The Azure Dragon Empire is just a minor matter. The Three Supreme Halls can easily eliminate it with a snap of their fingers. Don't take it to heart, and don't have any psychological burden. This Emperor wasn't killed by you. He was just a laughingstock," Han Ri reassured him.
Hearing his master's words, Hua Yang felt a bit more at ease. The Emperor had been too weak; this minor incident shouldn't be blamed on him.
"Master, where is the Mystical Fire? I have no clues," Hua Yang asked curiously.
Han Ri didn't show disappointment on his face and asked, "When you were searching, did you encounter any other forces?"
"Other than the Benevolent King Prison, there were no other forces," Hua Yang seemed to understand something now. His mission this time was not to find the Mystical Fire, but to scout and see how many waves of forces were coming.
Moreover, something as important as the location of the Mystical Fire wouldn't be revealed to him.
"In the future, you'll find out," Han Ri said calmly.
But Hua Yang felt that even his master didn't know where it was...
The Benevolent King Prison was located west of the Soul River. The area was shrouded in a greyish hue, like the remnants of doomsday. A massive volcano spewed molten lava, and the Benevolent King Prison was situated around the volcano. The lava flowed outside the prison like an ocean.
The temperature in the surroundings was much higher than in ordinary areas, but it was in this high-temperature environment that numerous outstanding disciples were cultivated.
At the summit of the volcano, a crimson palace floated in the air, emanating a strange aura.
"Prison Emperor, the envoy we sent, Chu Yuxuan, was defeated by Hua Yang of the Three Supreme Halls and is missing," reported an underling.
Under the Prison Emperor, there were eight Prison Kings, and below them were thirty-six Prison Elders. As the Prison Emperor, his strength was at the peak Order, just a step away from the ranks of Gods. The eight Prison Kings were all at the peak Emperor, just a step away from Order level.
Sitting cross-legged on a high platform, the Prison Emperor was an elderly man. He chose not to transform into a younger appearance, using his aged form as a reminder that time was of the essence, urging him to intensify his cultivation.
Standing below him were the eight Prison Kings, and the one who had just spoken was Guang Yutang; master of Chu Yuxuan.
"Chu Yuxuan is a good seedling; we must find him!" Emperor Yang Yao said, but his eyes remained closed.
"We will obey the Emperor's decree!" The eight Prison Kings responded respectfully.
Yang Yao spoke again, "How did the Three Supreme Halls learn about the news of the Mystical Fire this time? This matter must be thoroughly investigated! I don't want to see any traitors among you!"
As the Emperor spoke, the eight Prison Kings immediately knelt down and shouted, "We have unwavering loyalty to the Emperor!"
"That's good to hear. With the appearance of the Mystical Fire imminent, I have just one word for you!"
The eight Prison Kings shouted in unison, "Kill!"
However, Emperor Yang Yao opened his eyes, creating an intense atmosphere.
"It's 'Seize!'"
The eight Prison Kings hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"We will obey the command!"
"Prepare yourselves and go down. The Three Supreme Halls are also preparing. This battle should not be taken lightly!"
"We will obey!"
The eight Prison Kings left to make preparations, while Yang Yao slowly stood up and muttered, "Thankfully, there is only one Three Supreme Hall. If there were more..."
Suddenly, Yang Yao reached out his hand, seemingly summoning his weapon.
In the magma within the volcano, there was a slight disturbance that gradually grew stronger.
With a "plop," a weapon completely encased in molten rock shot up into the sky and, as the magma flowed down, revealed its original form.
It was a Lingci, and judging from the aura emanating from it, it was likely an ancient divine artifact, having undergone two or more temperings. [ I couldn't find any English equivalent for Lingci. líng: "mausoleum," "to oppress," or "to surpass." chì: "thorn," "stab," or "poke." So the literal translation could be something like "mausoleum thorn" or "oppressive stab." But for now, I'll stick with Lingci, and will update if there are any references in the future.]
"This time, it's up to you whether we can seize the Mystical Fire or not!" With Yang Yao's words, the Lingci in the sky immediately returned, and Yang Yao extended his arm. The entire Lingci covered his forearm, appearing like a bracer. However, who would have known that this was an ancient divine artifact.
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