Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Jiang Shinian's body, seemingly lifted by a mysterious force, was as light as a cloud drifting in the sky. It rose slowly, and then, like a shooting star launched from a bowstring, it swiftly shot out of the passage and soared into the sky.

The moment its dragon body pierced the night sky, it was like an incomparably sharp blade, cleanly and neatly cutting through the magnificent night sky, attracting a large number of flowers below.

Those bright white flowers, resembling the first snow of winter, with their slightly yellow centers like specks of gold, were swept away by the revitalizing wind, scattering like celestial maidens scattering flowers, weaving a magnificent rain of blossoms in the air.

Amidst the flowers and grasses, a "red glow" suddenly appeared. It turned out to be the disturbed fireflies, like stars falling to earth, frantically fleeing, their bodies shimmering with fluorescent light.

Like their hearts beating in terror, shimmering and sparkling, they add a dreamlike and magnificent touch to this fantastical night.

Chapter 113 Heavenly Flame

As a pure-blooded dragon of unparalleled nobility, he is one of the eight most infamous and feared demons in the world.

He was also the representative of that mysterious black aura, though he never intentionally released that oppressive force that could change the color of the heavens and earth and shake the mountains and rivers.

However, the natural and innate majestic aura surrounding him is like a towering mountain that pierces the clouds, dominating the surrounding area with a silent yet powerful presence.

The subtle sense of oppression that was unintentionally revealed was enough to make everything on the island, like ants sensing the arrival of a giant, feel trembling and uneasy.

The birds and beasts that had been sleeping soundly in the forest, who were roosting there for the night, fled in panic as if startled by a sudden alarm, their eyes wide open, searching for what they considered the safest corner.

The small creatures that inhabited the nest trembled and curled up in a ball, like withered leaves falling in the cold autumn wind. They trembled and dared not breathe, let alone move or peek out, for fear that they might bring about their own demise.

"Huh? Why is there a giraffe here? Aren't giraffes supposed to live in Africa?"

Jiang Shinian looked down from high above, his gaze as sharp as an eagle soaring through the sky, and instantly locked onto the giraffe hiding behind the tree.

Its figure, with its long neck that resembled a ladder to the sky, stood out particularly in the hazy night, like a crane among chickens, impossible to hide.

Jiang Shinian's heart stirred, as if the floodgates of memory had been quietly opened, and those tangled images from the past flashed through his mind. He murmured to himself, "Right, you're probably the monkey that Xiaoyu accidentally injured, aren't you?"

After speaking, the dragon's body slowly shrank, just like a majestic mountain range transforming into an exquisite peak. Its movements were light and steady as it slowly descended.

Approaching the trembling, fearful giraffe, who seemed to be burying its head in the sand in deception, I raised my hand and gently waved it. A streak of light, like a comet streaking across the night sky, was dazzling and landed precisely on the giraffe.

The magical ripples spread slowly, like the waves that appear when a stone is thrown into a calm lake. The power of the monkey talisman was like a long-dormant beast being awakened, surging and radiant. Amidst the dazzling brilliance, the giraffe's enormous body shrank dramatically.

In a short while, it regained its original small and agile appearance as a monkey.

"Squeak?"

It seemed to be startled by this sudden change in itself, filled with novelty and doubt. Using both hands and feet, as nimble as lightning, it instantly climbed the tree and disappeared into the dense canopy, vanishing without a trace, like a martial arts master who was well-versed in the art of concealment, disappearing into this mysterious night.

Jiang Shi Nian ignored these minor, seemingly insignificant incidents and gazed into the distance, looking towards the deep, mysterious depths of the island.

There, the vegetation is so lush it resembles a green ocean, the green so thick it's like ink that can't be dissolved, layer upon layer, with floating clouds drifting by, like a light boat floating on a calm lake, sometimes cleverly letting the crescent moon hidden behind it reveal its warm and jade-like true face.

The crescent moon, like a clear and transparent jade cup, poured down its gentle, water-like moonlight, spreading across the forest and weaving patches of silver gauze, resembling a dreamlike fairyland that inspires endless imagination.

Jiang Shinian soared above the treetops, its flight neither hurried nor slow, like a leisurely scholar strolling in a garden, gazing at the moon with a relaxed air.

The bright moonlight reflected in those eyes, as if they held endless thoughts. Then, they looked away, their gaze seemingly able to penetrate the dense forest and reach into the deep, mysterious abyss.

"We share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart."

As the figure murmured, it seemed as if the moonlight had cast a magical spell, vanishing in an instant, as if it had never appeared in this world. Only the gentle breeze remained, stirring the lush branches and leaves, rustling softly, as if telling the story of the mysterious visitor's fleeting past.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Shinian stood on the place once led by the black stone. As soon as his foot landed, the array in front of him, which seemed to have been sleeping for thousands of years, was like an ancient behemoth awakened by a mysterious power.

A faint light flickered, and a mysterious flame seemed to exist only in the shadows, like an ethereal shadow, drifting on the edge of the mortal world, as if it should not exist in this world. It exuded a kind of otherworldly and indescribable eeriness. This was a great formation forged by the Heavenly Bright Fire.

Jiang Shi Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce on its prey, his pupils flashing with a sharp light, like a brilliant star in the night sky.

Each step taken is like stepping on the beat of destiny, steady and powerful, each step carrying immense force, as if to leave one's own legendary mark on this earth.

"boom!"

In an instant, the black mist surged wildly, like a powder keg that had been ignited, as if a sleeping beast had been violently awakened and was roaring angrily.

The sound seemed to shatter the void, stimulating the flames of the great formation to instantly spread. The crimson glow, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, startled the surrounding beasts into fleeing in all directions, as if the end of the world had arrived.

From afar, one can see that magnificent sea of ​​fire, where brilliance and heat dance together, as if heavenly fire has descended upon the mortal world, burning away the desolation. The flames seem to devour the entire world and reshape the universe.

A crimson light burst forth, and something mysterious seemed to flicker deep within the flames. A boundless power surged forth like a raging tide, threatening to devour the intruders, like a primordial beast with its jaws wide open, ready to devour its prey.

"Playing with fire with me?"

Jiang Shinian snorted coldly through his nose, his voice like muffled thunder. Although his anger had been dispersed, after merging with the ultimate fire as his source, he was full of confidence and had no fear of this Qiantian Bright Fire.

His body soared into the air like a dragon leaping through the heavens, with five-colored flames bursting from his body, as if he were wearing neon armor. He appeared gentle and peaceful, but in reality, he concealed an astonishing power, just like a primordial beast lurking beneath a tranquil lake.

It can devour the heavens and the earth at any time, unlike any ordinary fire in the human world.

The five-colored flames, red like a burning sunset, orange like a ripe tangerine, yellow like dazzling gold, green like a vibrant forest, and blue like a deep ocean, intertwined to form a magnificent and colorful painting, yet carrying a chilling power.

"Buzz!"

Five-colored flames formed a protective light barrier, like a divine shield, indestructible, completely isolating the Heavenly Bright Fire's attack without a single leak.

A thought surged in Jiang Shinian's mind: if he could decipher the key to the formation, he could turn the tables and seize control of the formation for his own use.

As a demon of separation, controlling fire spirits is his specialty, capable of burning everything in the world. Now, he possesses twelve talismans, his physical body is extraordinary and immortal, and his life energy is as vast as the sea, as if an endless microcosm is hidden within his body.

How could the Heavenly Flame possibly harm him in the slightest? It couldn't even penetrate the Five-Colored Fire Barrier. It was like an ant trying to shake a tree, a futile effort.

Jiang made steady progress over the past ten years, while terrifying flames raged wildly around him, like frenzied dancers baring their fangs and claws as they attacked.

"puff"

"puff"

"puff".

It was as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of copper and iron, melting away and turning into wisps of green smoke, disappearing without a trace, leaving not a mark on him.

"That is?"

As they walked further away, Jiang Shinian's gaze suddenly sharpened, as if drawn by a mysterious light. A hint of surprise and inquiry flashed in his eyes, and his steps unconsciously slowed down.

His aura grew increasingly heavy, as if the key to unlocking this mysterious place lay hidden ahead, waiting for him to open and explore it. The unknown object was like a magnet, firmly attracting his gaze, making him eager yet cautious as he stepped into the deeper mystery.

Chapter 114 Divine Matter, A Group of Fish?

Jiang Shinian resembled a war god emerging from ancient mythology. His body shone with dazzling golden light, like the first ray of dawn breaking through the clouds, layer upon layer, shimmering as if weaving a sacred armor.

The five-colored flames surrounding him resembled five agile and ferocious fire dragons, baring their fangs and claws, surging and churning wildly, firmly protecting him at the core.

Each leap and flicker of the flame was accompanied by a slight distortion of space, as if it were wrestling and resisting the invisible forces around it.

At this moment, endless, shimmering flames, like a raging tide driven by a mysterious will, surged in from all directions, carrying a fierce momentum that wanted to devour and burn everything, crashing against the place where Jiang Shinian was located.

Each flame resembled a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, its sharp teeth and claws appearing and disappearing in the void.

He, however, was like a towering mountain, unmoved by the raging flames and storms, his steps steady and radiant, bathed in a crimson light as thick as blood and as brilliant as the sunset.

Step by step, they tread within this mysterious array. Each step seemed to be on the beat of fate, producing a dull echo that caused the surrounding space to tremble and hum.

Beneath his feet, the ancient stone slabs of the great formation seemed to whisper secrets of the past, witnessing the intrusion of this uninvited guest.

Ahead, the mist resembled thick cotton wool, layer upon layer, surging and churning wildly. Within it, flames, like agile fire snakes, meandered and weaved. Crimson clouds, like overturned paint buckets, were splashed and scattered, intertwining and dancing in the air.

It paints a magnificent yet eerie scene, dreamlike yet concealing deadly dangers.

"A pool?"

Jiang Shinian's voice trembled slightly, his hoarse voice filled with surprise, as if he had suddenly stumbled upon a paradise in this desolate place.

The deeper he went, the hotter and more turbulent the surrounding flames became, as if they were enraged fire demons wielding raging flames, trying to stop his progress.

The temperature was so high that it distorted and boiled the air, turning it into visible heat waves that rolled in.

But just as they approached the mysterious pool, it was as if they had stepped into a pure land. The smog, like a startled rabbit, vanished instantly, and the flames, like loyal guards receiving a retreat order, all withdrew, leaving only wisps of smoke to prove that they had once existed.

Suddenly, the view opened up, and the brilliant and intense light seemed to pour down like a celestial river, so dazzling that it almost made one dizzy.

At the same time, the gentle sound of flowing water drifted over, like a mountain spring whispering or the murmur of an ancient deity, creating a unique melody in this tranquil place.

The bright fire that had previously danced like a madman, doing useless work, has vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed, leaving only a sense of tranquility and mystery.

Jiang Shinian's gaze was sharp as he locked onto the pool. He strode towards it, each step carrying the determination to explore the unknown. His clothes fluttered in the wind, sounding like a battle song.

The pool before us is not large, but it is like a treasure box carefully carved by a god, shining brightly and radiating a mysterious aura.

In the pool, crimson and gold light shone like the sun and moon, intertwining and colliding, emitting a powerful energy. The substance accumulated inside resembled magma, surging and rolling, like the angry blood of the earth.

It was hot and viscous, with many strange plants floating in it. As the liquid swayed, it seemed to be sleeping peacefully, or perhaps silently guarding this mysterious place.

Upon reaching the edge of the pond, Jiang Shinian bent down to examine it closely and was even more astonished. The pond was only about ten feet in diameter, with limited space, yet it contained a whole universe within it.

The fiery magma resembled a boiling red sea, a vast expanse of crimson, with rolling waves of heat. Within the surging magma, golden flowers bloomed, like glittering stars fallen to earth.

Rooted in this "sea of ​​fire," the life force is so rich it seems to materialize, transforming into a fragrant aroma that permeates the surroundings. The essence is so thick it's like an unmelting honey, each strand clearly perceptible, as if every petal and every stamen is a treasure trove containing endless vitality.

"What kind of plant is this? How can it take root and grow inside magma?"

Jiang Shinian muttered to himself, full of surprise, then shook his head, as if answering himself in his heart, "This is probably not ordinary magma, but rather something like my fire energy, which has been mysteriously transformed and materialized, flowing and gathering here like fire essence."

In this pond, a dozen or so golden plants are scattered about. Although they are not tall, they are brilliant and magnificent. Their petals are golden yellow, as if they were cast in pure gold.

Between the delicate textures, shimmering light flows, and a delicate fragrance wafts through the air, like an enchanting melody that captivates the soul, drawing one in so deeply that it is hard to tear oneself away.

Moreover, a delicate array surrounds the pool, as if woven from fine spider silk, small yet exquisite, just the right size to gently envelop it.

Within the formation, strange power, like a nimble electric current, weaves and roams, flashing red light and sparkling crimson clouds. Every so often, a drop of crimson liquid, like divine dew, is born from the void, carrying a pale golden glow, like a falling star.

It glides quietly along the edge of the pool, merging into it, as if infusing the pool with soul and vitality.

[Divine Matter]

Jiang was filled with doubt and pondered over when this mysterious object appeared. Suddenly, the system notification, like a divine decree, swept across his eyes, revealing the identity of this pool of fire essence.

"Huh?" Jiang Shinian's eyes were sharp. In a fleeting glance, he seemed to see a mysterious creature swimming quietly in the pool, like a ghost in the water, hiding its form.

The drop of divine substance fell into the pool, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples, as if triggering some mysterious mechanism and disturbing the hidden thing.

"This is?"

Jiang Shinian instantly focused his attention, his scarlet eyes shining like burning embers, piercing through the surface of the pool water to reveal its true form.

"A school of fish?!"

His hoarse voice suddenly rang out in this quiet place, carrying a hint of surprise and curiosity.