Chapter 1316: Chapter 1316: Taking the Lead
The enormous cavern suddenly beca bustling with activity.
Disciples from various sects descended, their Magical Treasures darting through the air, leaving trails of Mysterious Light as they hurtled toward Long Fei’s group.
“You’re all unbelievably foolish and deservedly destined to die!”
Long Fei unleashed the Primordial Unity Gold Cauldron, which swept forth with a swirl of Mysterious Light, collecting half of the Magical Treasures inside.
Chu Feng and several others defended themselves, striking the remaining Magical Treasures out of the air.
The cavern echoed with thunderous booms, each sound reverberating painfully in everyone’s ears.
Chu Feng shouted urgently to Long Fei, “Brother Long, focus on deciphering! We’ll hold them off for now.”
He understood that the priority was controlling the Alchemy Cauldron Furnace and eliminating the Blood Demon inside.
Wang Xiaoya guarded Long Fei, sitting beside him as she intently studied the inscriptions on the cavern walls.
Chu Feng and the others clashed fiercely with the disciples jumping down into the cavern. They ca in droves, crazed and relentless, quickly swelling the cavern to hold three to four thousand people.
The crowd roared, “If you don’t want to die, hand over the Fla Emperor Pill imdiately!”
“The Fla Emperor Pill belongs to everyone! You can’t hog it for yourselves!”
“You greedy Demon Chiefs are beyond shaless!”
They jeered and cursed, encircling Chu Feng’s group.
Chu Feng and the others ford an impenetrable barrier around Long Fei.
Occasionally, soone managed to breach the barrier, only for Wang Xiaoya to summon the Red Fla Gourd and incinerate them on the spot.
Long Fei sat alone at the center, his mind remarkably clear as he repeatedly deciphered the inscriptions carved into the walls. Suddenly, a bronze Alchemy Furnace began to take shape in his mind.
These inscriptions weren’t random markings; they were precisely the Mystic Patterns from this Alchemy Furnace.
Any Magical Treasure forged postnatally, whether Saint-level Holy Artifacts or basic Magic Artifacts, featured Mystic Patterns.
So Mystic Patterns penetrated deep into the core, spanning both the surface and the interior.
Others remained superficial, lacking internal markings.
Mystic Patterns are akin to the genetic codes of Magical Treasures; mastering them ant unraveling their internal structures.
An Artifact Refining Master could replicate a Magical Treasure by studying these Mystic Patterns.
Soone had engraved the Mystic Patterns onto the cavern walls, likely intending to grant the Alchemy Furnace to a worthy individual.
Without proficiency in artifact refining, most would find such engravings incomprehensible.
Above Long Fei, a Sixteen-Foot Dharma Laksana manifested.
Spiritual power surged outward, locating each Mystic Pattern on the Alchemy Cauldron and imprinting them with his Spiritual Imprint.
Initially, the Cauldron showed no reaction.
Monts later, streaks of Mysterious Light began to glow and spread upward from its base.
The Blood Demon within the Cauldron seed to sense this, roaring and fiercely convulsing while trying to ram the lid.
The disciples attacking Chu Feng’s group suddenly felt tremors beneath their feet, their expressions turning to shock.
Amid the crowd, one of the Blood Demon’s Primordial Spirits glared at Long Fei. “This brat wants to hog the Cauldron! Kill him! Don’t let him succeed!”
Long Fei locked eyes on the individual, sensing sothing extrely peculiar.
To his astonishnt, he recognized the man—it was Zhu Yuchen, the senior brother of the Heavenly Human Sect.
Known for his aloof nature, Zhu Yuchen was certainly not expected to stoop to vile sches.
Long Fei was deeply surprised by his actions.
The disciples storming downward continued their frenzied assault, their emotions fueled by unstoppable killing intent. Many perished atop the furnace lid.
They seed oblivious to the prize they were fighting over, overco by primal urges to slaughter Long Fei’s group.
The collective power of people unafraid of death is enough to render anyone helpless.
All around, explosions bood, talismans shattered, Magical Treasures pressed down fiercely, and Sword Qi howled.
Chu Feng’s group’s palms were bloodied from gripping their weapons tightly, and they had vanished among the mob’s relentless attacks.
With a sinister smirk, Zhu Yuchen suddenly lunged at Long Fei, his longsword gleaming with furious speed as it aid for Long Fei’s back.
No one, not even Wang Xiaoya embroiled in combat, noticed his abrupt assault.
With a chilling swish, the longsword stabbed straight toward the back of Long Fei’s head.
Just as the sword struck, a black Mysterious Light erupted from Long Fei’s body.
Shaped like a tortoise, the shield enveloped Long Fei completely.
Zhu Yuchen’s longsword collided with the barrier, producing a resounding shock, causing the tortoise-shaped shield to tremble.
His sword bent slightly, as though it had struck teoric iron, and he was forced to retreat.
“Watch out!”
Wang Xiaoya shouted coldly, her Vermilion Bird Feather Sword slicing a nearby disciple in half before returning to activate the Red Fla Gourd.
A Phoenix Dharma Laksana burst forth, swirling violently toward Zhu Yuchen.
He raised a Bronze Mirror, which glowed with five-colored brilliance as it blocked his front.
The Phoenix True Fla shot through the mirror and erged from behind Zhu Yuchen.
Wang Jie shouted a warning, “Be careful! That’s a Heavenly Human Sect artifact from the Sky-Escape Realm—it can shift through the Void!”
Zhu Yuchen glared venomously at Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya, trembling with rage as he cursed, “Scoundrels! You dare stand against ? I will never forgive you!”
Without further entanglent, he transford into a streak of white light and vanished into the air.
A sudden rumble filled the cavern as the Cauldron Furnace started rotating violently.
Below, the Blood Demon roared ferociously, sensing its impending doom.
The disciples atop withdrew in haste, putting distance between themselves and Chu Feng’s group.
Over a thousand disciples had already perished here, their blood staining the Cauldron’s lid crimson and carpeting the ground with corpses.
Chu Feng’s group, too, was drenched in blood, their robes shredded by countless blade wounds.
“Blood Demon, you’ve lost!”
Long Fei declared sharply, spreading his hands wide.
Flas surged upward from beneath the Cauldron Furnace, resembling fiery dragons erging from the mountain—each pouring into the furnace’s combustion chamber.
The cavern’s temperature soared instantly. With a trendous bang, it transford into a sea of blazing red flas.
Panic-stricken disciples scread, “Run!”
“It’s going to explode!”
“This place is dangerous; we must leave!”
Having regained their clarity, they shot upwards in flashes of Sword Qi, no longer consud by mindless violence.
Yet the flas surged toward the heavens, engulfing hundreds of slower disciples in its scorching embrace.
The intense heat incinerated their bodies violently, reducing them to re ashes.
The Blood Demon within the Cauldron howled despairingly—it had never predicted that, after tens of thousands of years, soone would reignite this furnace.
Its Primordial Spirits had hoped to escape.
But as roaring flas funneled through the Cauldron’s combustion chamber, the internal temperature surged drastically.
The Blood Demon’s Primordial Spirits began exploding one by one, wildly thrashing about like trapped beasts. Their struggles caused tremors that shook the cavern and triggered landslides along the mountain’s walls.
Outside the cavern, sections of the cliff collapsed, sending plus of fiery red dust shooting into the air.
Rivers of molten fire erupted violently, spilling out of crevices and cascading downwards.
Below the mountain, the Blood Spirits wailed in terror as they witnessed the descending torrents of molten rock pouring into the Blood River, rging with its crimson waters and steaming into thick blood fogs.
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