106: Burning Heaven Truth 1

The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven arrived at noon.

Xiao Yan was in the backyard attempting to control the restless black threads in his right eye when he suddenly felt a wave of heat—not from the Flame Lord's Fire within him, but from the rapidly increasing external temperature. He vigilantly looked up and saw the clouds in the sky dyed orange-red, as if the entire sky was burning.

"Big Brother!" Ling Xiao rushed into the backyard in a panic, "There's a strange old man outside the door..."

Before he finished speaking, a loud bang came from the front yard, followed by Xiao Bing's sharp cry: "Stop!"

When Xiao Yan and Ling Xiao arrived at the front yard, the sight was alarming—Xiao Bing's ice crystal longsword was stuck in the ground, and a ten-zhang radius Ice Crystal Domain had condensed around it. However, a circular passage about a zhang in diameter ran through it, with all the ice crystals at the edge of the passage melted. At the end of the passage, a red-robed elder stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly oblivious to the ice spike pointed at his throat.

The elder looked to be in his early sixties, with white hair casually tied up with a red jade hairpin, and golden flame patterns embroidered on his red robe. Most striking was the scar above his right eye—not an ordinary scar, but a flame-shaped brand, which was now pulsating with an eerie dark-red glow.

"Flame Lord's Seal," the elder noticed Xiao Yan's gaze and pointed to his own scar, "Bestowed by Revered Master himself; seeing the Seal is like seeing the person." His voice was hoarse like crackling flames, "Xiao Yan, kneel."

An invisible pressure enveloped the entire scene with these words. The Flame Lord's Fire within Xiao Yan became uncontrollably agitated, and his knees went weak, almost causing him to kneel. He gritted his teeth and resisted, the black threads in his right eye twisting wildly, resonating with the flame brand in the elder's right eye!

"Oh?" The elder showed surprise, "You actually have a seed of chaos within you? Interesting..." He waved his hand lightly, and Xiao Bing's ice spike instantly vaporized, "It seems we have more to talk about."

Xiao Bing stood in front of Xiao Yan, his ice crystal longsword flying back into his hand: "Who are you?"

"Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven, Flame Lord's first disciple." The elder took out a crimson token from his sleeve, on which were carved runes of the same origin as the Flame Lord's Fire in Xiao Yan's right eye, "By seniority, you should call me Senior Martial Uncle."

Ling Xiao's silver eyes flickered, and the Spirit of the Plane's power quietly probed: "He's lying... but not entirely..."

The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven suddenly looked at Ling Xiao, his right eye flaring with intense flames: "Little fellow of the Spirit of the Plane, it's impolite to casually probe others." He snapped his fingers, and Ling Xiao grunted, taking two steps back, a few dark-red streaks flashing through his silver hair.

"Stop!" Xiao Yan pulled Ling Xiao back, green-silver flames rising in his palm, "State your purpose directly."

The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven smiled, a smile that reminded Xiao Yan of a viper eyeing its prey: "I am here to correct history. About the Flame Lord and the Ice Lord, about the Chaos Devourer, about... the meaning of your three existences."

He walked towards the stone table in the courtyard, and wherever his red robe brushed, the Ice Crystal Domain completely melted. After sitting down, he took out the dark-red crystal bead from his Pregnant and placed it on the table: "Revered Master's memory fragments. Do you want to see the truth?"

Inside the crystal bead, dark-red light points moved like living things. The black threads in Xiao Yan's right eye suddenly became active, conveying a strong desire—it wanted that crystal!

"Don't touch it!" Xiao Bing whispered, "It's strange."

The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven was unfazed: "Caution is good. After all, you have been deceived by the Ice Lord's faction for too long." He gently stroked the crystal bead, "For example, do you know that back then, it was the Ice Lord who advocated for completely purifying all contaminated planes? Even at the cost of annihilating billions of lives?"

"Nonsense!" Ling Xiao blurted out, "The Ice Lord and the Flame Lord jointly resisted the Chaos Devourer..."

"Jointly?" The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven sneered, "Then I ask you, why were six of the twelve seeds of the plane contaminated?"

Xiao Yan's right eye stung, and a sealed memory suddenly unlocked—the Flame Lord standing before countless burning worlds, painfully choosing to sacrifice half the planes to preserve the other half...

"It seems you've remembered." The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven keenly noticed the change in Xiao Yan's expression, "Lord Flame Lord chose to sacrifice a small portion to save the majority, while the Ice Lord... he insisted on purifying everything, even if the cost was the destruction of all planes together!"

Xiao Bing's ice crystal longsword suddenly let out an unbearable cracking sound, and cracks appeared on its surface: "No... the Xuanming Ice Soul Art clearly records..."

"Records what? The Ice Lord's greatness?" The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven mocked, "Then do you know what's going on with the backdoor in the Xuanming Ice Flame?"

These words struck Xiao Bing like a heavy hammer. He staggered back, his left hand unconsciously pressing against his chest—the faint blue patterns there were spreading.

The Old Ancestor of Burning Heaven pressed on: "Didn't that girl Ice Soul tell you before she died? The backdoor she left in the Cultivation Technique was precisely to... stop the Ice Lord at a critical moment!"