Family Cultivation: Rise of the Wilderness

Chapter 530 A Thousand Faces of Sorrowful Flames

As expected, behind the stone gate was a stone chamber.

However, it is far less spacious than other stone chambers, and one can see the entire scene inside at a glance.

The most eye-catching item is undoubtedly the stone coffin placed in the center.

The stone coffin was plain in design, except for a faint white flame flickering gently on the lid, which added a touch of eeriness.

Li Xiangming cautiously approached, glanced at it a few times, and was soon drawn to the circular groove at the bottom of the stone coffin.

He couldn't help but pay attention!
The spiritual energy here had condensed into large crystalline spiritual stones, covering even the bottom of the stone coffin with a thick layer.

This shows the concentration of spiritual energy indoors.

Li Xiangming was filled with excitement. Although he hadn't found any treasures, this cave was undoubtedly a more outstanding cultivation sanctuary than the Tihu Cave.

Occupying this place would greatly benefit the Li family's future.

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Ziyin Cave is the territory of the fake Miaoyin; it would be extremely difficult to bypass her.

Furthermore, the Soul Suppressing Sect would never stand idly by and watch the secret realm fall into the hands of outsiders.

Just as he was pondering this, the white flame on the stone coffin suddenly flickered.

Li Xiangming, however, was completely unaware of what was happening. He paced around the room for a few steps before finally stopping in front of a mural on the wall.

The old Taoist priest in the brown robe in the painting has a kind face and sits cross-legged under a towering banyan tree. A wary-looking crow perches on his shoulder, and a snow-white fox curls up on his lap. It is extremely beautiful.

Could this be the owner of the cave?
Li Xiangming glanced at it, then his gaze fell on the spirit pet beside the old Taoist.

Speaking of which, the monsters in the Purple Shade Cave Secret Realm are extremely rare. Apart from the crocodile turtle encountered in the desert, there seem to be only the crow and two fox demons beside the fake Miaoyin.

Before he could ponder the connection, a soft voice sounded from behind him: "The two of them are named Xuan Sheng and Su Wan, names that Old Man Zi Yin painstakingly came up with."

"who?"

Li Xiangming suddenly turned around, his expression changing drastically.

A woman with a figure twisted like a flame stood silently behind the stone coffin.

But his divine sense clearly did not detect any aura.

"me?"

The woman seemed somewhat surprised by the question, and after thinking for a while, she said, "If I remember correctly, my name should be Bei Niang. I've had this name for a long time. I've been by the side of the old man Ziyin for over a thousand years, and he has never called me that."

Thousands of years?
Li Xiangming was shocked.

Who can live that long?
Only those at the Nascent Soul stage or higher!
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Li Xiangming's gaze fell on the woman's somewhat blurry face. She didn't speak, but instead transmitted her voice to him. Looking at the stone coffin again, the flames on it had disappeared.

"You guessed it right."

The woman smiled faintly: "I am the manifestation of the Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame, and I do not have a human body. The reason I can communicate with you is because of the technique taught to me by the old man Ziyin."

A thousand faces of sorrowful, treacherous flames?
I don't seem to remember it!

Li Xiangming took two steps back and tentatively asked, "Is the old man in the portrait the owner of this coffin?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

The woman gently stroked the stone coffin, as if lost in memories: "I don't know the old man's name, but people call him the Purple Yin True Lord. This cave was built by him. The two spirit pets in the painting and I both served him."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangming's mind raced.

Nascent Soul cultivators are extremely rare. The Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Su that Liu Xiongyu and his disciples traced back to should be the Purple Yin True Lord.

The era in which the Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Su lived was tens of thousands of years ago, so it's impossible for True Monarch Ziyin to have lived that long.

For some unknown reason, this powerful being did not choose to be buried, but instead placed his remains in the cave and left the descendants of the Su family to guard the secret realm.

Miaoyin Zhenren was undoubtedly the most outstanding among the descendants of the Su family. She inherited the Purple Yin Cave Secret Realm and the Wind Escape Technique. She entered the Golden Core stage before she was a hundred years old, and became famous for a time.

However, just as she was at the height of her power, the Battle of Nanbin broke out. Master Miaoyin actively participated in the battle against the demon race, but unfortunately perished in the end. The Purple Yin Cave Secret Realm and the burial place of Master Ziyin were thus left in Daishan.

Seeing Li Xiangming deep in thought, the woman's fiery body passed through the stone coffin and floated in front of him. She asked curiously, "In the past ten thousand years, you are the second person to come here. Are you a descendant of the old man Ziyin?"

"I"

Li Xiangming was somewhat embarrassed and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Seeing this, the woman said with a hint of regret, "It seems that's not the case! Old Master Ziyin doesn't like to be disturbed, so he arranged for me to keep vigil here. I can't neglect my duty to you outsiders."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangming's expression changed drastically, and he staggered backward.

However, the woman was faster, instantly blocking the cave entrance. Just as he was about to crash into the eerie white flames, Li Xiangming swiftly formed hand seals, and his entire body disappeared into the rising black smoke.

"Wind Release?"

The woman was somewhat surprised: "It seems you are indeed a descendant of the Su family! But I still can't let you go. Old Man Ziyin's instructions to me were to treat everyone equally!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a heavy object crashed to the ground with a loud thud in the passageway.

"What method is this?"

Li Xiangming clutched his heart tightly, curled up on the ground, his face filled with disbelief.

He dared to break into the cave because he had mastered the Wind Release technique.

But in that brief moment, his heart was enveloped in endless sorrow. He couldn't even explain where this sorrow came from, but he was still sad, in pain, and unable to think.

In this state, the Wind Release technique is rendered useless.

No, it's not just Wind Release!
He can't even control his magic!
"This is a unique ability of mine."

The woman explained, “For every soul I devour, I can plunder the sad parts of their memories, and everyone I attack will taste these delicacies. Since I can remember, few people have been able to resist me, except for Old Man Ziyin, so I listen to him.”

At this point, the woman squatted down, as if to comfort Li Xiangming: "Don't worry, I will eat you very gently, and then live on in this world with a part of your memories!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her palm, the white flames outlining distorted faces: "Look, I remember each and every one of them very clearly! And you will always be here too."

Are you kidding me?

Li Xiangming gritted his teeth, slowly crawling on the ground, seemingly exhausted. But he finally stood up, staring intently at the woman before him: "Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame? Such a unique ability, you must be a spirit fire? I've never heard of a spirit fire capable of giving birth to consciousness, but thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem so surprising, after all, you've been by the side of a Nascent Soul True Monarch for tens of thousands of years."

The woman seemed not to hear, her gaze fixed on Li Xiangming's palm.

There, a tiny, bright blue water droplet rested, plump and round, looking incredibly small and adorable.

"The Enlightenment Spring!"

The woman also stood up, her brows furrowed slightly: "I didn't expect you to find such a treasure, this is giving me some trouble."

"but."

The woman changed the subject, her tone becoming somewhat indifferent: "It seems the spiritual water in your hand hasn't been refined yet. If that's the case, I'm afraid I still have the upper hand."

Between the Enlightenment Spring and the Thousand-Faced, Wounded Flame, which is superior?
Li Xiangming didn't know, and didn't want to know.

As the other party said, he had not even subdued the Enlightenment Spring yet, and he was already going to fight against a spiritual fire like the Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame, which had already developed a complete consciousness. Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
Taking advantage of his newfound freedom, Li Xiangming once again transformed into black smoke and vanished from the spot.

"Want to go?"

The woman did not pursue; she simply raised her arm, and the white flames on her body flew like arrows off a bow and landed on the walls on both sides of the passageway.

In a short moment, the white flames spread rapidly, turning the entire passageway into a sea of ​​fire, burning fiercely.

Li Xiangming turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with horror.

White Flame's speed was comparable to his own Wind Release technique, and he was already catching up.

Just then, a woman's deep voice entered his head: "A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator can escape unscathed? Isn't that a bit too disrespectful to Old Man Ziyin?"

(End of this chapter)