Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 208 There are too many fools in the world, which only serves to highlight my intelligence.
Three days later.

Beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains, a barely perceptible beam of light merged into a secluded and beautiful valley, instantly appearing in a huge altar, then manifesting in a grand hall in the center of the altar, finally transforming into a young man in yellow robes.

He looked up and down at the main hall and saw eight fierce god images encircling the red flame in the center. After turning around a few times, he showed a pleased expression, as if he had gained something.

Once again, it transformed into a streak of light, merging into the circular hole above its head that led to the second level. Ignoring a stone platform more than half a person's height inside the circular hole, it disappeared into another circular hole above its head.

However, the place was no longer unbearably hot like the first two floors; instead, it was extremely cold, with even the ground made of solid ice.

"Indeed, the Xuanhuo Mirror is the most yang and yang object in the world. It can summon the Eight Desolate Fire Dragons to burn everything in the world. If it is combined with the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Formation, it will have the power to destroy the world."

The boy in the yellow shirt muttered to himself:
"Now that I have seen the Eight Fiends Profound Fire Formation, I have fully grasped its essence!"

At this moment, a deep, slightly surprised, gentle yet tinged with a touch of melancholy female voice rang out:

"who are you?"

"Zhang Xiaofan, the master of the Long Rainbow Sword, has come to see this extraordinary formation with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth."

The woman was silent for a moment, then spoke with a hint of surprise:
"You are not a real person."

"Good eye. I once practiced meditation in a dream and comprehended the power of spiritual travel, which means that when I sit quietly with my eyes closed, my thoughts can travel thousands of miles away."

The young man in the yellow shirt said with a smile:
"The figure before you is but a manifestation of my divine thoughts."

"Impressive skills. No wonder you, who are not disciples of Burning Incense Valley, were able to infiltrate the third level of the Profound Fire Altar without alerting the old ghost Shangguan and the Crimson Flame Beast who are guarding the altar."

"As expected of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, even after enduring the torment of the Eight Fiends Profound Fire Formation for three hundred years, it still has reserves of strength."

"Considering that you stormed into Burning Incense Valley and stole the Mysterious Fire Mirror to save your offspring, I might as well rescue you as well."

"Since we're already here, I, the Master of the Long Rainbow Sword, will not hesitate to grant a token of affection between a mother and son."

A circular object, about half the size of a palm, appeared in front of the young man in yellow. It was surrounded by a jade ring of emerald green, and in the center of the ring was a small, thin, crimson-colored piece that resembled a mirror but was not. A crudely carved flame totem was engraved in the center of the piece.

"Mysterious Fire Mirror, what have you done to Xiao Liu?" The woman's voice suddenly became agitated.

"If I hadn't intervened, your son would have become a pair of doomed lovers with a three-tailed fox demon."

"Then how come you, who are merely a wisp of divine thought, can carry the Mysterious Fire Mirror?"

The young man in the yellow shirt chuckled softly:
"Generally speaking, magical artifacts can often merge with their owners after a long period of cultivation. However, there are always some divine objects in the world whose spirituality is too strong for the human body to bear, so they can only be carried with the body."

"Although the Xuanhuo Mirror is a rare divine object in the world, I, the master of the Changhong Sword, am also an unparalleled hero since ancient times, and I should be able to refine it."

"This wisp of divine thought is also myself, with about 30% of my cultivation. Why can't I bring treasures with me?"

Having said that, he casually tossed the Mystic Fire Mirror onto the second level of the Mystic Fire Altar, and then said:
"I suppose your Heavenly Fox lineage also has a way to find your blood relatives. I won't say any more. Go and find them yourself. I have now used the Mystic Fire Mirror to remove the Mystic Fire Chains binding you. Farewell."

Returning to the third level of the Xuanhuo Altar with the Xuanhuo Mirror, the yellow-robed youth and he vanished in the same beam of light.

At the same time, the celestial phenomena at the location of the Xuanhuo Altar suddenly changed, and flames shot into the sky.

Thousands of miles away from the Ten Thousand Mountains, a black sedan chair was parked on the shore of the East China Sea.

A moment later, a young man in a yellow robe stepped out of the sedan chair and sighed:
"Oh, please stop hiding it, sir. You've been watching me for almost half an hour."

A middle-aged scholar emerged from the woods not far away. He had thin eyebrows and a square face, and his features looked refined, but his eyes were bright and his forehead was full.

"Judging from the entourage this young man is traveling with, and his cultivation is quite impressive, he must be a disciple of a prestigious sect."

The middle-aged scholar looked on with envy: "I have admired cultivators since I was a child, but unfortunately I have not had the opportunity to enter their sect. Today, to meet a disciple of such a great sect as you is truly an honor."

"Your performance has gone too far. If you enjoy acting, you should first tone down the imposing aura in your brows and then throw away the pale purple jade pendant at your waist. Only then will you resemble an ordinary scholar traveling the world."

The young man in the yellow shirt pretended to scrutinize the middle-aged scholar's face.
"Looking at your features, they seem somewhat familiar. They remind me of a very stupid and clumsy demoness, so stupid that I can't bear to even think of slaying her."

"I was thinking, if all the demons in the Demonic Sect were like her, then they would never have a chance to make a comeback."

"You're stupid!"

A girl in a green shirt, unable to bear it any longer, leaped out from behind a large tree:
"Zhang Xiaofan, you're supposed to be a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, yet you enjoy gossiping behind people's backs."

The young man in the yellow shirt spread his hands and looked at the middle-aged scholar:

"Look, I just said it casually, and she just appeared out of nowhere. And look at her innocent and charming appearance, how can I possibly have the heart to kill her?"

The Ghost King sighed softly:
"Indeed, the younger generation is to be feared. No wonder my daughter said you are a rare talent. Even when faced with various dangers, you can calmly find the subtle clues."

Zhuang Bu Ran said calmly:
"Actually, you could also say that there are too many fools in the world, which makes my intelligence stand out."

He smiled and pointed at the Ghost King, then at Biyao:
"Seeing your terrible acting skills, I know that like father, like daughter."

The Ghost King revealed his profound and imposing aura, which he had been concealing, and more than a dozen fierce and imposing figures emerged from his surroundings.

The boy in the yellow shirt sneered:

"It seems that Biyao's ingratitude is a family trait."

"Young brother, you jest. You once shared life and death with my daughter; how could I possibly harm the very person who was my daughter's benefactor?" the Ghost King said solemnly.

"I have come to see you in person today to express my sincere gratitude, because without your help, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

The boy in the yellow shirt looked like he already believed it.

"That's good. I almost thought you were going to coerce me into joining the Demonic Sect, and if I refused, you would kill me."

"Haha, you are indeed as my daughter said, very witty."

The boy in the yellow shirt suddenly smiled:
"Since you're already here, I think there's something we can work on together."

He stomped his foot, and a burst of energy immediately blasted Biyao and the others away. A blazing fire formed a fiery space, and fiery chains suddenly bound the Ghost King's hands and feet.

"I have only recently mastered the Eight Fiends Profound Fire Formation, so please excuse my poor performance."

Seeing that he could not break free of the fiery chains no matter what he did, the Ghost King said with difficulty:
"During the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament, you didn't use your true strength at all. With such skill, are you really a disciple who has only been with the Qingyun Sect for five years?"

"As expected of the Ghost King Sect Master of the Demonic Cult, he found out my background so quickly."

The boy in the yellow shirt clapped his hands and smiled:

"Eight hundred years ago, the Blood Refining Hall was the most powerful sect in the Demonic Sect, but later the Joyful Union Sect emerged as a prominent force within the sect."

"After the death of the Black Heart Demon Lord of the Blood Refining Hall, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and the Longevity Hall gradually prospered over the past eight hundred years. However, in just three hundred years, the Ghost King Sect of the Demonic Cult suddenly rose to prominence, with its masters emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. It even shared the Demonic Cult's world with the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Longevity Hall, and the Joyful Union Sect."

“A talent like you, capable of deciphering celestial scriptures, is truly qualified to cooperate with me.”

(End of this chapter)