Chapter 382 Watching the Show

Shen Wen set down his teacup, his gaze sweeping over the women in the Flower Hall.

“The Purification Lotus Demon Flame has descended into the world.” His tone was casual, as if he were speaking of some trivial matter. “Who among you wants to go take a look?”

Cao Ying didn’t even look up, continuing to flip through the account books in her hands. “I’m not going. Yunlong has been a bit restless these past two days; I can’t get away.”

Cai Lin leaned against the soft couch, holding Shen Yinian. The little girl was nearly two years old now, her round purple eyes wide as she tugged at her mother’s hair playfully.

Cai Lin expressionlessly pulled her hair from her daughter’s grasp and said flatly, “No interest.”

Qing Lin sat to one side, light swirling within her emerald-green eyes. She said softly, “Brother Shen Wen, I want to stay and refine the Soul of the Ancient Heavenly Serpent, so I won’t be going.”

Dan Chen looked up from her Pill Formula, her eyes lighting up. “I want to go! The Purification Lotus Demon Flame—that’s the Heavenly Flame ranked third!”

Tang Huo'er withdrew the Nine Dragon Lightning Flame into her palm and crossed her arms. “I’d actually like to go see it.”

Xiao Yi Xian put down the orange in her hand and said softly, “I’ll go take a look as well.”

Shen Wen nodded and stood up. “Then let’s go.”

He raised his hand, and silver-gray Space Power enveloped the three women. In the next instant, the four figures vanished from the Flower Hall.

When they reappeared, they were already in the Northwest of the Central Plains.

Previously, this Northwest region still had quite a lot of vegetation.

But now, it was merely a milky-white desert. A terrifying temperature rose from the sands, causing the space within thousands of miles to appear distorted.

“Where is the Purification Lotus Demon Flame?”

Dan Chen couldn't help but ask.

Shen Wen sensed the space that was still shattering. “It’s still inside. This Demon Flame exists within a Dou Sheng space and is under a Seal.”

“A Seal?”

The three women were stunned for a moment.

Shen Wen nodded. “It was sealed by the Demon Flame Dou Sheng. This Purification Lotus Demon Flame is quite extraordinary. This heat is merely the power leaking out as it strikes against the Seal.”

Dan Chen looked at the scene where thousands of miles had been turned into a milky-white desert, and Shen Wen said this was just the power leaking out from the Purification Lotus Demon Flame?

Her small mouth opened slightly, and her eyes went wide and round. “This... is this really a Heavenly Flame?”

She had seen many Heavenly Flames.

Cao Ying’s Green Lotus Core Flame, Tang Huo'er’s Nine Dragon Lightning Flame, and Shen Wen’s Three Thousand Burning Flame.

But those Heavenly Flames were like fireflies before a bright moon in the presence of this Purification Lotus Demon Flame.

Tang Huo'er also stared at the continuously shattering space, her brow furrowed. The Nine Dragon Lightning Flame in her palm flickered slightly—not out of fear, but out of vigilance.

Xiao Yi Xian did not speak, her gaze solemn.

Shen Wen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

“The Purification Lotus Demon Flame, the purest flame between heaven and earth. It can purify all things, and it can also incinerate all things.” He paused, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. “It truly lives up to its rank as third.”

Tang Huo'er turned to look at him. “Didn’t you say before that there is no hierarchy among Heavenly Flames?”

“No hierarchy, yet there is a difference in strength.” Shen Wen didn't turn his head, his gaze still fixed on the milky-white desert. “Heavenly Flames are essentially manifestations of the laws of heaven and earth, and every law is equal.

However, the accumulation of the flame itself differs, so the power naturally differs.”

“The Purification Lotus Demon Flame was born in ancient times and has undergone countless years of accumulation. It was also once enlightened by the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor, and its intelligence has awakened.

Its strength isn't because it is ranked third, but because it has lived for too long and consumed too much.”

Xiao Yi Xian was thoughtful. “So, the strength of a Heavenly Flame depends on its accumulation?”

“Accumulation is one part.” Shen Wen nodded. “The laws themselves also have differences. The law of the Purification Lotus Demon Flame is ‘Purification,’ and the law of the Void Swallowing Flame is ‘Devouring.’ These two laws are inherently easier to grow than ordinary flames.”

He turned to look at Xiao Yi Xian, his tone becoming somewhat serious. “The law of your Netherworld Poison Flame is ‘Poison.’ If you continue to nurture it with your Calamity Poison Body, in time, its fame will not be inferior to these two Heavenly Flames.”

Xiao Yi Xian was slightly startled, then she nodded without speaking.

Shen Wen’s Emperor Realm Soul power spread out silently, like mercury spilling across the ground, penetrating in all directions.

He sensed them.

In the shadows, there were at least a dozen auras at the Dou Sheng level.

The lowest was a Two-Star Dou Sheng, and the highest...

Shen Wen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The aura of an Eight Star Dou Sheng was hidden deep within the Void Realm. The aura was extremely obscure; if not for his Emperor Realm Soul, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

People from the Ancient Clan.

It seems they’ve really invested heavily this time.

He withdrew his Soul power and waved his hand, enveloping the four of them in silver-gray Space Power.

Their figures merged into the Void Realm like ripples on water, completely vanishing from everyone's perception.

Below, many people had already gathered around the desert.

There were Loose Cultivators traveling alone, small factions coming in groups, and Sect Disciples in uniform standing in neat formations.

The lowest were Dou Zuns, and occasionally a few Ban Sheng auras could be sensed.

Everyone was staring at the shattering space, their eyes full of greed and longing.

But no one dared to step forward.

The aura radiating from that shattered space was far too terrifying.

Wherever the milky-white light passed, space distorted slightly, as if unable to withstand that power of purification.

Hidden in the Void Realm, Shen Wen’s gaze swept over the figures below, finally landing in the distance.

A figure stepped out from the void.

He wore a dark cyan robe, a pitch-black short ruler hung at his waist, and his face was resolute.

Xiao Yan.

Behind him, several figures followed closely, each with a heavy aura; the lowest were at the Peak of the Dou Zun class.

Shen Wen’s brow twitched slightly.

Xiao Yan’s cultivation was lower than he had expected.

Peak Dou Zun.

In the original timeline, Xiao Yan should have already had half a foot in the Dou Sheng realm by now.

But since the Bodhi Ancient Tree had been taken by him in advance, Xiao Yan hadn't gained the Opportunity of the hundred Reincarnations, so his cultivation had naturally fallen behind.

However...

Shen Wen’s gaze landed on the figures behind Xiao Yan.

People from the Ancient Clan.

It seemed that although Gu Yuan was indecisive, he still cared for his future son-in-law.

Beside Xiao Yan, a pale cyan figure stepped out from the void.

Xiao Xun Er.

Today she wore a pale cyan dress, her black hair falling like a waterfall, her face clear and beautiful. Her aura was heavy; she was already a Two-Star Dou Sheng.

She stood by Xiao Yan’s side, her gaze sweeping the surroundings with a calm expression.

Xiao Yan glanced at her and whispered something. Xun'er shook her head slightly and did not answer.

In the distance, several more figures appeared.

Huo Xuan and Huo Zhi, leading several Disciples of the Yan Clan.

Yao Tian and Yao Ling, leading several Disciples of the Medicine Clan.

People from the Lei Clan had also arrived, led by a cold-faced young man whose aura was fierce, with the faint sound of thunder echoing around him.

Four clans gathered.

Hidden in the Void Realm, Shen Wen watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

This scene was much livelier than in the original timeline.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, his brow suddenly twitched.

In the distant sky, space distorted violently.

A pitch-black rift was torn open, and dozens of figures stepped out from the crack.

At their head was a young man with a black robe and white hair. His face was young to the point of being eerie, and the corners of his mouth held a half-smile.

Hun Feng.

Behind him, dozens of figures emerged one after another, each clad in black robes and surrounded by black mist. The lowest were Dou Zuns.

There were at least five auras at the Dou Sheng level.

Shen Wen’s gaze moved past Hun Feng and landed on the figure hidden in black robes behind him.

Eight Star Dou Sheng.

One of the Four Devils of the Soul Clan.

Below, the Loose Cultivators and small factions who had been gathered around the desert all changed color simultaneously.

“The... the Hun Clan?”

“Run!”

One figure after another scattered and fled like a flock of startled birds.

Hun Feng didn't even look at them, his gaze falling directly on the shattered space, the curve of his mouth deepening.

Then he turned and looked at Xiao Yan.

“Xiao Yan.” His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears. “Forget about the Purification Lotus Demon Flame.”

Xiao Yan’s brow furrowed, but he didn't speak.

Xiao Xun Er stepped forward half a pace, shielding Xiao Yan behind her, and said flatly, “Hun Feng, you didn't stay in your kennel; you actually dared to come out?”

Hun Feng glanced at her, the curve of his mouth unchanged. “The Young Miss of the Ancient Clan certainly has a big mouth.”

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Ancient Clan behind Xiao Xun Er, his tone indifferent. “Do you really think you few can stop me?”

Xiao Xun Er did not speak.

Behind her, an elderly figure stepped out from the void.

Gray robes and white hair, with a square face and an aura as vast as the sea.

Eight Star Dou Sheng.

One of the three immortals of the ancient clan.

Hun Feng’s smile faltered slightly.

He stared at the elderly figure, silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

“The three immortals of the ancient clan.” He murmured the name, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. “I didn't expect that old fellow Gu Yuan would even send you out.”

The gray-robed elder did not speak, simply standing there, looking at Hun Feng with a calm gaze.

Behind Hun Feng, the figure hidden in black robes also moved.

Black mist surged, and a withered figure revealed itself from beneath the black robe.

His face was sinister, his eye sockets deep, and his entire aura was cold and obscure.

Eight Star Dou Sheng.

One of the Four Devils of the Soul Clan.

Their gazes met, and within the void, space began to distort.

A silent confrontation.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and those Loose Cultivators who hadn't escaped far enough were crushed by this pressure until they couldn't breathe, their faces turning pale.

Hidden in the Void Realm, Shen Wen watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

The three immortals of the ancient clan, the Four Devils of the Soul Clan.

An Eight Star Dou Sheng against an Eight Star Dou Sheng.

This show is getting more and more interesting.