Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Hun Miesheng flew into the space immediately, followed closely by the others.

Han Feng took his time to look around before flying toward the entrance.

"Mr. Han, this is information my father gave me about the Pure Lotus Demon Flame from a thousand years ago. Please take a look."

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the Demon Flame Space. Gu Xun'er quietly came to Han Feng's side and handed him a book.

Chapter 476 Refining Heaven Ancient Formation

The protector standing nearby twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth when he saw Gu Xun'er's actions, but he didn't say anything.

Han Feng took it, quickly glanced at it, and nodded.

"Thank you."

The information from the ancient clans could provide some reference value, but Han Feng had his own plans. He had already sensed the familiar aura within the Demon Flame Space.

"Let's go in."

Gu Xun'er said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Feng and the other members of the ancient clan flew into the spatial rift.

After the crack lasted for more than ten seconds, the power of the demonic fire weakened from its peak and slowly closed up again.

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Han Feng slowly opened his eyes. Before him lay a shattered rocky landscape, the sky a somber gray, stained with the color of blood.

"This is……?"

He was slightly taken aback, realizing that he was standing alone on the border of the continent, with familiar corpses lying at his feet. They were the strongmen of the Yan Clan, the Ancient Clan, and the Thunder Clan, and even a strongman like Yan Jin Gu Yuan was among them.

"How is this possible! They're all...dead?"

"In the end, you can't save anyone." An old but cold voice whispered in my ear.

"You're nothing but a loser, Han Feng."

Han Feng suddenly turned his head and saw a figure slowly descending from the void.

It was himself—

But it was engulfed in black flames, with indifferent eyes, as if it came from another evil world.

"I am the eternal obsession and fear in your heart."

"Only by accepting me can you truly... become a Dou Di."

boom!

An irresistible force rushed straight to his mind. The illusion of Han Feng approached step by step, and the surrounding world began to collapse and burn. All the familiar people turned to ashes one by one.

However, in that instant, a clear light suddenly shone in Han Feng's eyes!

"break!"

Deep within the soul, a white flame slowly bloomed, and the profound meaning of the Fallen Heart Flame was suddenly activated—Fallen Brahma Heart!

A powerful soul force erupted from the sea of ​​consciousness, tearing a white gap in that false world filled with fear and despair!

"No matter who you are, I am who I am!"

Han Feng gave a cold shout, and the entire illusory world collapsed with a roar!

……

In reality, the gray-white mist exploded instantly, and Han Feng stood in the void, his eyes filled with coldness.

"nightmare……?"

He murmured to himself, realizing that what had just happened was not real, but rather controlled by some kind of invisible illusion!

The surrounding gray mist was still churning, and Gu Xun'er and the others remained motionless with their eyes closed, their bodies trembling slightly, clearly also trapped in their own illusions.

Han Feng turned his head and saw a faint golden rune flickering between Gu Xun'er's brows, as if she was actively resisting the interference of the illusion.

A moment later, a golden light flashed, and Gu Xun'er opened her eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"...It really is Nightmare Mist."

She looked at Han Feng and nodded slightly, "Mr. Han, you've broken through too."

"Hmm." Han Feng said calmly, "Nightmare Sky Mist is the signature technique of the Pure Lotus Demon Saint, but according to the information you provided, it should not have mastered this move a thousand years ago."

"Yes, the Pure Lotus Demon Flame has obviously become much stronger in the past thousand years."

Gu Xun'er said, still feeling a little scared.

The events in the illusion just now, though absurd, felt as if I had experienced them myself.

If they hadn't made prior arrangements, Gu Xun'er and the others might not have even made it past the first hurdle.

At this moment, the other powerful members of the ancient clans also awoke one after another.

One of them looked horrified: "I thought it was real... If our clan hadn't been prepared, we would have been trapped in the illusion even deeper."

Gu Xun'er slowly said, "My father predicted the changes in this place back then and prepared 'Boundary-Breaking Golden Patterns,' one for each person, so that they could quickly escape from this predicament."

Han Feng sighed inwardly.

"The ancient clan's heritage... is indeed extraordinary."

If his soul hadn't already reached the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm, and if he hadn't possessed the unique mental power of the Fallen Heart Flame, it would probably have taken him quite some time to break free from those layers of emotional prison.

His sharp gaze swept into the depths of the fog:

"This is just the beginning. The Pure Lotus Demon Flame... is more dangerous than I imagined."

The group exchanged glances, fell silent, quickly composed themselves, and continued their journey deeper into the space.

As the fog dissipated, the world became clear again.

However, when Han Feng and his group had ventured no more than a hundred miles deeper, the ground suddenly began to tremble. In the distance, waves of fire surged, and a scorching heat mixed with a chilling killing intent rushed towards them.

"They're here." Han Feng's eyes darkened.

At the edge of the fiery land, several figures suddenly stepped out, and then appeared one after another like a tide!

Clad in crimson armor, their faces were numb, and flames swirled around them. They moved in perfect unison, seemingly devoid of any life force, driven only by the instinct to kill.

“Fire Slave…” Gu Xun’er frowned slightly.

The scene before them was strikingly similar to the secret records in ancient tribal texts—

"The Pure Lotus Demon Flame can condense a human form with its fire spirit, and then infuse it with its own strange fire divine consciousness to create a killing slave that only knows how to obey."

At this moment, the number of "fire slaves" slowly emerging from the sea of ​​fire underground has exceeded ten thousand!

Their faces were blurred, their aura was cold and deathly, their bodies were like cast gold, and every step they took was accompanied by the twisting and trembling of flames.

“Those few at the very back… they have the aura of a Battle Saint.” A powerful member of an ancient clan’s expression changed drastically.

"Miss, be careful!" Another protector immediately stood in front of Gu Xun'er, forming a fire shield, and stared intently at the most eye-catching figure deep in the sea of ​​fire ahead.

It was a gaunt man, draped in a tattered black robe, holding a blood-red giant axe in his hand, standing barefoot on the scorching rock surface.

Although his figure was hunched over, he was as heavy and imposing as a mountain. With each step he took, the temperature inside the hall would rise sharply!

"This aura... is not that of an ordinary Battle Saint." A Battle Saint from an ancient clan whispered, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

"I'll hold him off!" Before the words were even finished, the powerful figure had already leaped out, a golden flame spear materializing in his hand, which he thrust fiercely at the gaunt man.

boom!

The axe shadow swept across, flames exploded, and the golden flame spear shadow shattered instantly. The ancient clan expert groaned and was sent flying backward by the shock!

"Surround him!" The other ancient clan experts quickly moved out, their battle qi surging as they formed an offensive to suppress the gaunt figure.

Amidst the raging winds and flames, the firelight surged like a tide.

The gaunt man suddenly raised his head and roared, his eyes bloodshot, his body wreathed in demonic flames that formed a blazing armor, his fighting spirit soaring!

He suddenly rushed out, his blood axe sweeping across. One of the ancient clansmen reacted a little slower and was slashed on the shoulder. He was sent flying several feet away, his battle aura shattered!

“This is no ordinary fire slave! He has residual intelligence!” Gu Xun’er’s gaze sharpened as she noticed the anomaly.

The next moment, the strange fire around the gaunt man suddenly intensified, and a blood-red fire pattern suddenly appeared on his forehead.

The fire patterns were extremely ancient, winding upwards like flowing fire seal script, forming a pattern that clearly bore the family mark!

"Wait—that's it!" Gu Xun'er exclaimed in surprise.

"It's the Xiao clan's crest!" Another Dou Sheng's eyes widened in shock.

"The power of the Blood Axe... He is... Xiao Chen?!"

The gaunt man, enslaved by the demonic fire, roared deafeningly amidst the onslaught of the crowd. Suddenly, the clan mark between his brows flashed intensely, and his axe thrust slowed, as if he had realized something.

Unfortunately, his mind remained confused and he was unable to fully regain consciousness.

Han Feng finally stepped forward, his voice low and deep:

"give it to me."

He was familiar with this person's name. He was once a peerless warrior of the Xiao clan a thousand years ago. He disappeared in the Western Region Fire Plains, but unexpectedly, his soul was stolen and his body was refined by the Pure Lotus Demon Flame. Now he has become the leader of the Fire Slaves!

boom!

Xiao Chen suddenly raised his axe and charged forward like a streak of fire, his target Han Feng!

"Well done!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Han Feng summoned the Fallen Heart Flame, which transformed into a fire serpent to protect himself. As he moved his palms, an invisible flame emerged and charged straight at him!

The two fiery forces collided fiercely in mid-air, creating a terrifying wave of fire!

Han Feng flashed forward and closed in instantly. In the instant the flames intertwined, his soul power surged out like a raging tide and directly rushed into Xiao Chen's sea of ​​consciousness!

"Wake up!"

His voice, carrying the profound meaning of the Fallen Heart Flame, seemed to pierce through the spiritual shackles of the Fire Slave and reach the depths of his soul!

Xiao Chen's body jolted violently, his raised blood axe came to an abrupt halt, and the deathly light in his eyes suddenly trembled violently, followed by a look of painful struggle!

"who I am……"

A low, hoarse murmur escaped from his throat.

The next moment, he roared to the sky, his body trembled violently, and flames exploded continuously. The demonic fire imprint in his sea of ​​consciousness was finally shattered under the impact of Han Feng's soul power!

boom!

With a loud bang, the flames dissipated.

The burly figure knelt on one knee, his breath extremely weak, but a sense of human clarity and sorrow resurfaced in his eyes.

"...My name is Xiao Chen...I am the Blood Axe Warrior of the Xiao Clan..."

He looked up, his gaze fixed on Han Feng, and said with difficulty, "You... saved me."

Han Feng stood in front of him, his gaze calm as still water, yet exuding a powerful and oppressive aura.

"You are the Axe of the Xiao Clan, a Dou Sheng powerhouse, how can you be reduced to a puppet in the fire?"

"Now, grip your axe again."

Xiao Chen looked up at Han Feng, nodded heavily, and tremblingly raised one hand to place the blood axe back on the ground.

Gu Xun'er stepped forward and said softly, "The Pure Lotus Demon Flame has not yet appeared; the real test is about to begin."

Han Feng turned his gaze to the tightly closed palace door ahead: "Behind that door... should be the core area."

Deep within the main hall, the firelight flickered, and the portal that seemed to lead to the ultimate place of pure fire slowly opened.

Everyone's attention was drawn in, but upon stepping through the door, the scene suddenly changed—

Ahead lay a pristine land of fiery lotuses, a scene of ethereal beauty. Crimson clouds stretched for miles, lotus platforms hung in the air, and countless fiery lotuses danced and murmured in the void. All was peaceful and sacred.

"We...have reached the core area?" an ancient clan Battle Saint murmured.

Han Feng remained silent, standing calmly behind the crowd.

The moment everyone stepped through the gate, Han Feng was certain that they had never truly escaped the illusion!

That so-called gate was merely a deeper layer of illusion within the Nightmare Sky Mist.