The closer he got to Fla Mountain, the higher the temperature beca. The scorching heat seared his skin until it ached.
The short distance of a hundred li took Ye Wushuang a full half an hour to cross.
Ye Wushuang now stood at the foot of Fla Mountain. Fla Power raged through the air, burning the entire mountain a fiery, incandescent red.
Licks of fla shot out from the mountainside like fiery serpents, incinerating the very air and leaving behind patches of Chaos.
The temperature here was terrifying; it could incinerate an ordinary Spiritual Artifact. Even a Cultivator at the True Essence Sixth Layer would have to flee imdiately.
If not for the support of his Pseudo-Treasure Body and the ability of his Fire Elent Supre Technique, the Ultimate Yang Technique, to absorb and devour so of the Fla Power, he would likely have been reduced to a charred corpse by now.
’In my current state, I can still hold out for a while. This is a perfect chance to see if this Fla Mountain was truly ford from a piece of the Supre Monarch’s Pill Furnace, just as the legends say.’
’If a re fragnt of a Pill Furnace could beco a colossal, flaming mountain, just how terrifying must the Old Lord’s Furnace itself be? If the legends are true, then this single piece is probably stronger than a Spirit Communication Treasure!’
Ye Wushuang murmured to himself and stepped closer to Fla Mountain. He was filled with anticipation, hoping to find the Ultimate Yang True Fire. It could be the key to forging a true Treasure Body and advancing his Ultimate Yang Technique.
However, Ye Wushuang was unaware that several miles away, a group of people sat cross-legged.
This group wasn’t afraid of the flas; on the contrary, they were bathed in them. Their bodies shone with a brilliant light as if they were practicing so fearso Cultivation Technique, and they radiated a terrifying, violent energy.
These were the disciples of the Fiery Sun Sect.
This location marked the absolute limit of what they could endure, which also made it the best place for them to practice their Fire Elent Techniques. As they cultivated, they were also waiting for their senior brother, Yang Dingtian!
"I wonder if Senior Brother has found it yet?" one of them, a woman with a fiery figure, murmured as she gazed toward Fla Mountain.
This woman was none other than Luo Yunjiao, the Luo Family genius who had escaped from the Void Saber Tower in Blood Jade City.
Beside her was another person: Luo Xuan.
The two were now incredibly powerful, having both broken through to the True Essence Seventh Layer. Within the Fiery Sun Sect, they were considered prominent figures.
Of course, this was all thanks to Luo Yunjiao.
After returning to the Sect from Blood Jade City, she had caught the eye of the Sect’s strongest disciple, Yang Dingtian. She beca his woman, and as a result, had obtained a great deal of resources, allowing her to break through so quickly.
Hearing Luo Yunjiao’s murmur, the others also roused themselves from their cultivation. They stared at Fla Mountain, their eyes filled with pride. Yang Dingtian was the strongest disciple of the Fiery Sun Sect, a Spiritual Spring Realm expert. Once he obtained the treasure within Fla Mountain, his power would skyrocket.
At that point, he would surely beco the Strongest Warrior on the Barbarian God Battle Platform and receive the Barbarian God’s Blessing!
He was the pride of the Fiery Sun Sect, and their pride as well!
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a surprised cry broke the silence.
"Quick, look! It looks like soone is heading over there," a Fiery Sun Sect disciple at the True Essence Sixth Layer exclaid, pointing ahead and to the left.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look. Sure enough, they saw a figure approaching the foot of Fla Mountain, reaching it in just a few monts.
Everyone thought it was an illusion, but when they probed with their Divine Sense, they discovered it was indeed a person.
This made everyone frown.
Aside from their senior brother who had already entered Fla Mountain, they had True Essence Eighth Layer experts among them. These experts cultivated the Fiery Sun Sect’s Fiery Sun Grand Fla Technique and possessed a high resistance to Fla Power, yet even they couldn’t get near the mountain’s base.
And yet, soone was now strolling right up to it as if it were nothing. It was simply unbelievable.
"Who is that?" a disciple at the True Essence Eighth Layer asked, abruptly standing up. He stared at the distant figure, which had not yet disappeared, his eyes flickering. This disciple’s na was Huo Zheng.
"I don’t know. He doesn’t look like a disciple of our Fiery Sun Sect," another disciple responded. His na was Wenhao, and he too was a genius at the True Essence Eighth Layer.
"That silhouette... it’s so familiar," Luo Yunjiao suddenly murmured, her brow furrowed. The white-robed figure looked just like *him*.
"It’s him!" Luo Xuan cried out after a mont of observation.
"You know him?" Huo Zheng and Wenhao asked, turning their heads.
"If I’m not mistaken, that’s Ye Wushuang," Luo Xuan said through gritted teeth. "I’d never forget that silhouette."
"Ye Wushuang? Impossible!" soone imdiately retorted. "I saw him in front of the Earth Palace. He might be strong, but he’s just a piece of trash at the True Essence Third Layer. How could he possibly surpass us and set foot on Fla Mountain?"
"Exactly! We’re at the True Essence Seventh Layer and we can’t go any further. What makes him so special?" many others chid in, clearly skeptical.
At this, even Luo Xuan and Luo Yunjiao began to have their doubts. After all, everyone had a point.
"Don’t worry. Senior Brother has already gone up. No matter who that is, he can’t cause any trouble," one of the Fiery Sun Sect disciples said, unconcerned. Their strongest disciple, a Spiritual Spring Realm expert, could instantly kill over ninety-nine percent of the people in the Earth Palace.
Ye Wushuang reached the foot of the mountain and hesitated for only a mont before starting his ascent up Fla Mountain. It was like walking on fire itself. SIZZLE! SIZZLE! The sound ca from under his feet. Even with his Pseudo-Treasure Body, the searing pain was hard to endure.
After entering Fla Mountain and walking for so ti, Ye Wushuang ca to a stop.
Looking closely, he saw two ravines leading up toward the summit. The rest of the way was blocked by sheer cliffs, upon which were carved mysterious characters in an Ancient Seal script.
From a distance, the characters looked like flas inlaid upon the cliffs. Up close, however, they emanated the profound aura of the Great Dao.
Dao Marks flowed within them, and the Power of Dao Rhythm was so dense it was almost tangible—even richer than in the Enlightennt Land of the Giant Spirit Race.
’Could this be Holy Text?’
Ye Wushuang guessed. Only those at the Nirvana Realm, or the Great Saints and Sages of legend—whose very existence was a matter of debate—could interact with sothing as profound as the "Dao."
This kind of Holy Text, imbued with Dao Charm, offered heaven-defying benefits to Cultivators. Ye Wushuang was thrilled at the sight.
Just then, however, a figure to his right stood up, took a few steps, and then sat down cross-legged once more.
The person was bathed in flas, their face obscured, but the unmistakable aura of the Spiritual Spring Realm revealed their identity: Yang Dingtian!
’This must be Yang Dingtian!’
After comprehending one piece of Holy Text, he would stand, look up toward the summit as if drawn by sothing there, and then retract his gaze and sit down cross-legged again.
Watching his movents, Ye Wushuang vaguely understood that Yang Dingtian was using the Holy Text for his cultivation.
Ye Wushuang’s gaze imdiately shifted to the other ravine. He wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass him by. The Holy Text contained the Great Dao; even just comprehending its Dao Charm would be enough to raise his cultivation by a huge margin.
He stepped into the other ravine and started upward. As his body drew near one of the Holy Texts, a terrifying pressure descended upon him, like a great mountain pressing on his shoulders, rendering him immobile.
Ye Wushuang frowned. A thought occurred to him, and he imdiately stopped, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
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