Daqin Zhentiansi

The chieftain of the Soul-Crying Birds had its feathers standing on end, and it made an unconscious "clucking" sound from its beak.

It watched as the Xuanbing Army Formation, which was said to be able to suppress all fire, crumbled like paper.

Watching the Heavenly Palace's elite troops turn to ashes like ants in the demonic flames, the deep-seated fear of the Heavenly Palace in my heart was shaken for the first time by a stronger emotion.

The elder fire lizard clung tightly to the rock beneath it, oblivious to the fact that the scorching rock wall was almost burning its scales.

Its murky eyes reflected the raging sea of ​​demonic flames in the valley, and it muttered to itself, "Purifying Demon Flames... Is this the power that rebels against the Heavenly Palace? The Burning Army... is finished!"

A subtle excitement, one that it itself was not fully aware of, began to grow in its heart.

The Blackscale Crocodile leader silently sank into the magma current, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

It saw the Cold Prison Venerable's extreme cold domain retreating step by step under the demonic flames, and saw the Burning Army melting away like ice blocks thrown into a furnace. Its huge crocodile snout slightly opened, revealing its sharp teeth, as if it were silently grinning.

It swiftly used a secret method to transmit a message to its people: "The Heavenly Palace has suffered a setback! Qiongqi has gained the upper hand! Prepare a generous gift!"

Above the clouds, the Vermilion Bird's golden-red eyes reflected the hellish scene below.

The ferocious power of the Burning World Demon Realm caused the Eternal True Flame around her to sway slightly.

She sighed softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of amazement and complexity: "Using the enemy's poison to temper one's own blade... turning shackles into divine weapons, forging a world-shattering edge with boundless pain..."

"Zhang Yuan, this path of fire, from demon to saint, encompasses all the changes of heaven and earth, truly...inconceivable!"

Zhang Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his dark black robes remaining perfectly still amidst the chaotic energy storm.

He looked down at the valley raging with demonic flames, feeling the chaotic divine demon body within him humming subtly yet firmly as it was impacted by the immense energy of destruction and rebirth below.

As if refined steel were being forged a hundred times, the will of the Great Qin Heavenly Dao, like invisible roots, took deeper root into this boiling, primordial land.

His gaze was calm as he slowly spoke: "The strong prey on the weak, blood and fire forge the Dao. Transforming calamity into power, living towards death. This is the Primordial World."

In the center of the battlefield, Venerable Cold Prison's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

His extremely cold domain expanded wildly, temporarily forcing back the demonic flames that were close at hand. However, as he watched his elite troops fall and burn like harvested wheat, his heart was filled with icy coldness.

"You beasts! I will make your entire clan pay with their lives!"

He roared, and a huge ice spear materialized in his hand, carrying the chill of frozen space. It tore through the demonic flames and thrust straight at Clan Chief Jinran, who was doing his best to maintain the guidance of the demonic domain!
However, a dark golden figure, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the void, arrived first despite being behind!

It's a raging inferno!
Its enormous, dark gold claws, wrapped in the ultimate condensed World-Cleansing Demon Flame, ignored the bone-chilling cold domain of the Frozen Prison, piercing solid ice like a red-hot iron!

"Clang—Snap!"

The Xuanbing Spear shattered instantly!

The claws of the Rending Flame, still brimming with power, carried fierce demonic flames that could incinerate even the most powerful souls, and pierced through the hastily formed ice crystal shield of the Cold Prison Venerable, directly stabbing into his chest!

"Ugh—!"

The Venerable Cold Prison let out a shrill scream, not entirely from physical pain, but also from the extreme torture of his soul being invaded, burned, and twisted by demonic flames!

His cold pupils reflected the burning Zhu Yan holy mark on Lie Yan's forehead, filled with unbelievable fear.

There was no pity in Lieyan's eyes, only the cold flames of revenge: "Three hundred years of blood tax, today, with interest, you shall pay with your soul! Demonic Flame Soul Refining - Puppet Formation!"

"boom!"

The World-Purifying Demon Flame that had invaded Han Yu's body suddenly erupted!
In an instant, his remaining will was completely obliterated and refined!
The light in Venerable Hanyu's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an empty, dark golden flame.

The remaining extreme cold power around him was forcibly suppressed and transformed by the demonic flames, causing his body to float stiffly in the air. Dark gold demonic patterns similar to those of the Crack Flame began to appear on his body, turning him into a flame puppet exuding terrifying high temperature and a deathly aura!
With Han Yu being transformed into a fire puppet, his last bit of resistance crumbled.

The five thousand Burning Army soldiers, along with the coldness and arrogance they brought, were all reduced to ashes under the refining power of the Burning World Demon Realm!
The abundant vital energy and essence did not dissipate; instead, it was guided by the great formation, flowing like rivers into the sea, nourishing the scorched earth of the Burning Bone Wasteland.

"Om-!"

The entire wasteland trembled violently!
A joyful roar emanated from the depths of the earth, as if the once barren and withered land had been infused with powerful vitality.

The Soul-Devouring Fire Miasma that filled the air seemed to have thinned out a bit, and the remaining and newly formed Purifying Demon Flames, after absorbing this massive blood essence, seemed to have been doused with boiling oil, and their power suddenly surged!

The flames were a deeper color, and the destructive power contained in their flickering light terrified all creatures of various races that were watching from afar.

……

The smoke of battle in Burial Flame Valley has not yet dissipated.

Chief Jinran trudged through the scorching earth, a mixture of ashes and undried blood, until he reached the black iron battle flag of the Patrol Division, which lay discarded on the ground and embroidered with the ferocious "Heavenly Punishment" emblem.

Its enormous claws, wreathed in newly formed, more concentrated deep purple demonic flames, slammed down with the weight of three hundred years of humiliation and the determination of today's great victory!
"Crack!"

The Xuan Tie battle flag shattered like a fragile, withered branch! The flagpole broke, and the flag instantly turned to ashes in the demonic flames!

Embers raised their heads, facing the leaden sky and the entire primordial world, and let out a roar that shook the universe:

"The Heavenly Palace is tyrannical, and I am bound by chains! Now, I, Qiongqi, will reignite the fire within my heart!"

"From this day forward—the Wasteland of Burning Bones will be renamed 'Plain of Burning Bones'!"

"Our race's flame will never be extinguished, and it will burn away all the shackles of the heavens! For all the myriad beings of the primordial world, those trapped by the tyranny of the Heavenly Palace, Xinzhao Plain is the land of hope! Where the fire of the heart points, lies the path to freedom!"

"Roar—!!!" Ten thousand Qiongqi responded in unison, their roars rolling and their demonic flames soaring into the sky!
That roar proclaiming freedom, carrying the will to burn away the shackles, swept across the land like a wildfire, piercing through the barriers of space!
……

On the edge of Xinzhaoyuan, on that cliff that once served as a place for observation on the edge of the battlefield.

"Pfft!"

An elder of the Rock Python Clan, whose body was over a hundred feet long, covered with thick, dark blue-black scales, and exuded a fierce aura but bore numerous whip marks, prostrated himself heavily on the ground, his massive head slamming down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Behind it stood the entire Rock Python Clan, young and old, densely packed with wounded and scarred members, their eyes burning with wild joy and determination!

"The flames of revolution will ignite a prairie fire, burning away all shackles! The entire Rock Python Clan has come to surrender! We are willing to follow the Qiongqi Holy Clan, to follow Lord Zhang Yuan and Venerable Zhuque, to burn our broken bodies and fight against the Heavenly Palace together! We beg you, Lord, to take us in!"

The elder's voice was hoarse yet impassioned, filled with the courage to burn one's bridges.

Almost simultaneously, in the shadows surrounding the wasteland, countless divine thoughts, some strong and some weak, yet all equally filled with hatred and longing, secretly intertwined:
"The Blackscale Crocodile Clan is willing to join the 'Burning Alliance'!"

"The Soul-Crying Bird Clan seconds this!" "The Fire Lizard Clan swears an oath to stand together through thick and thin!"

"We've had enough of this blood tax exploitation..."

……

One by one, the races regarded by the Heavenly Palace as "mineral resources" and "food" began to cast their resolute gazes toward the "Xin Zhao Yuan," the new source of flame, and formed blood oaths of resistance, under the shock of the Qiongqi Clan breaking its shackles and the call of the name "Torchbearer"!
Standing atop the clouds, Zhang Yuan took in the sight of the rock pythons below who had come to surrender in their entire clan, and the subtle fluctuations of divine thoughts that indicated their secret alliance.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of chaotic flame flickered quietly in his palm.

This flame, though seemingly weak, appears to devour light, containing within it the weight of chaos, the intensity of purification, the glimmer of creation, and a wisp of primordial destiny originating from this boiling earth.

This is the Chaos Demon Flame, a manifestation of his growing power, and also the spark that stirs up the primordial world.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of the Heavenly Palace, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

The demonic flames in his palm pulsed silently, as if responding to the colossal creature in the distance.

Just then, the Vermilion Bird beside him suddenly trembled, and the eternal true flames around its body rose uncontrollably, emitting a joyful chirp.

Her eyes instantly lit up with an unbelievable look of surprise. She turned sharply to look at Zhang Yuan, her golden-red eyes filled with excitement and a sense of relief that her long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.

"Zhang Yuan! Bloodline connection, all fires converging... it's the aura of the ancestral vein!"

"Phoenix... the will of the Primordial Phoenix has awakened! He... wants to see you!"

The announcement from Zhuque, filled with surprise and shock, still echoed in Zhang Yuan's ears, but the scene before him had suddenly changed.

Space folds, and time seems to be sped up by an invisible hand.

One moment they were on the edge of the bustling battlefield of the Burning Bone Wasteland, where demonic flames surged and all races flocked to join them; the next moment, Zhang Yuan and Zhuque's figures traversed endless void and appeared in a strange and magnificent space that defied description.

This place is neither mountain nor sea, neither sky nor earth.

What you see is flowing, solidified, gushing, and swirling flames.

Endless flames form the foundation of the world.

Golden solar fire, crimson southern fire, deep blue icy flames, chaotic primordial fire...

There are countless strange flame shapes that Zhang Yuan has never heard of before, some like flowing galaxies, some like blooming lotus platforms, and some like divine birds spreading their wings.

They are not inanimate objects, but rather contain a rhythm of life, each embodying the supreme mystery of birth, death, reincarnation, and rebirth.

In the center of the sea of ​​flames floats a colossal nest formed from pure light and heat—the Immortal Wutong.

On the sycamore tree, a figure whose size cannot be measured rests.

His very existence embodies "perfection" and "divinity".

The magnificent tail feathers droop down, flowing with the colors of countless flames. Each slight folding of the wings seems to regulate the breathing of the entire fiery world.

His form shifts between reality and illusion, sometimes clear as a physical entity, and sometimes transforming into a warm and majestic core flame.

Its light is not dazzling, but it seems to illuminate the deepest corners of the soul, soothe all pain, and ignite the purest flame of life.

The Holy Spirit of the South, the Source of All Fires—The Primordial Phoenix!
Zhang Yuan felt that his proud Chaos God-Demon Body, which had merged the Chaos Demon Flame and the Great Qin Heavenly Dao, involuntarily emitted a faint hum in front of this being.

It is a kind of awe that comes from the instinct of life, and even more so, a resonance with the source of the Great Dao.

"Greetings, Ancestor." Zhuque bowed respectfully, his voice filled with deep-seated reverence and excitement.

The phoenix's gaze, as if traversing countless ages, fell upon Zhang Yuan.

His gaze was deep and peaceful, yet it contained a power that seemed to see through everything.

"The one who wields the extraordinary Heavenly Dao, the one who opens the path of chaos..."

The phoenix's voice resounded directly in the hearts of Zhang Yuan and Zhuque, like a chorus of thousands of phoenixes, clear and grand.

"Your flames possess the fierce intensity of purifying the world, the subtle glimmer of creation, and the order of the heavenly laws of another realm... Excellent."

Before the words were even finished, the eternally burning Nirvana Flame around the phoenix suddenly surged up!

This time, it was not an attack, but a manifestation of the most primordial power of the Great Dao.

"boom--!"

An indescribable torrent of pure Dao laws erupted from the core flames of the phoenix, instantly enveloping Zhang Yuan!
This is not the infusion of energy, but the baptism of the Great Dao!
Zhang Yuan felt as if he had been thrown into the chaotic furnace at the beginning of time.

The foundation within his body, which had become somewhat weak due to repeated battles and forced breakthroughs, was repeatedly tempered and solidified under the scouring of this great Dao torrent.

Every inch of flesh, bone, and meridian of the Chaos God-Demon Body greedily absorbed this most primordial essence. The dark gold runes on it flashed wildly, recombine, and evolved, becoming more profound and mysterious, and its connection with the primordial world had never been so close.

The cultivation barrier within him, which had reached the peak of the Heavenly Fate Saint Realm and touched the edge of the evolution of chaos, melted away like ice and snow under the impact of this boundless power of the Great Dao!
"Chaos evolved, and the primordial chaos began!"

Zhang Yuan roared inwardly and activated the Great Qin Origin Dao Scripture with all his might.

The illusory image of the Chaos Pearl shone brightly deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, and the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Stele responded with a thunderous roar. The malevolent aura of the Thirteen Fierce Swords was forcibly suppressed and refined into the Chaos True Essence.

The torrent of the Great Dao washed over his very essence, guiding the primordial chaos within him, already accumulated to its limit, to begin its most fundamental reconstruction—

From the chaotic disorder, he evolved his own unique primordial Dao foundation!
This process is painful and lengthy, yet it contains unparalleled blessings.

His life level is undergoing a qualitative leap, his soul is transforming, and his understanding of the Great Dao is gushing forth like a geyser.

At the same time, the immense power of the Ten Great Hongs, which originated from the Great Qin World and was carried by the Chaos God and Demon Body, was originally powerful but had a slight sense of incompatibility with the laws of the Primordial World. Now, under the baptism of this Great Dao, it was completely "marked" with the imprint of the Primordial World!

The Chaos God and Demon Body perfectly matched the Primordial Origin. The power of the Ten Hongs was no longer just a simple external brute force, but was truly integrated into the Primordial Power System. Every move he made could evoke a trace of Primordial Resonance!
Just as Zhang Yuan was immersed in the mysteries of the breakthrough, his cultivation completely stabilized at the first realm of the Venerable, the "Chaotic Evolution Realm," and his physical body's Ten Great Powers were perfectly integrated—

"Buzz!"

The newly formed flame power within him, which fused the Chaos Demon Flame, the will of the Great Qin Heavenly Dao, and the Primordial Fire Dao, seemed to be provoked and instinctively rose up, colliding for the first time with the Nirvana True Flame, which was drawn by the phoenix and contained endless vitality!
It is not hostility, but a resonance and probing between two flame paths that share the same origin but are quite different!
"BOOM—!!!"

This clash is far more significant than anything seen in Xin Zhaoyuan's previous encounter! (End of Chapter)