CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 311: [FORMLESS FIRE EMPEROR]

"Your Majesty, the Human Cultivators who broke into the mountain have dug up three ritual Formation Magic Artifacts," reported a grotesque Little Demon, its body festering, barely humanoid, like a walking corpse splotched with blood, as it prostrated itself outside the hall, speaking to the Seven-Headed Vine Demon within.

Having become kings and established their legacy, they were lost in revelry, forgetting all else. Since entering Ten Thousand Caves Mountain and becoming Local Emperors, the Seven-Headed Vine Demons had not only proclaimed themselves kings but also indulged in unrestrained opulence, voraciously capturing females of all kinds for their amusement. They freely unleashed their turbulent desires.

Upon hearing the report from the Little Demon outside the hall, Wu Yi spat out a gory mass of flesh mixed with bones and hair, a peculiar expression on his face. "The ritual Formation Magic Artifacts are concealed by the formation and an aura from Outside the Domain, yet they were discovered and dug up. It seems these human animals who entered possess some minor skills. Old Seventh, I’ll trouble you to make a trip. Deal with these human animals, and consider Father’s instructions fulfilled."

As he spoke, Wu Yi tossed a pitch-black wooden staff to Wu Qi below. This wooden staff was neither gold nor iron. At its tip was a fist-sized, bright yellow orb, within which faint blood-red filaments and black lines undulated. Upon closer inspection, these blood-red filaments and black lines seemed to form an ink-wash painting, outlining numerous horrifying scenes. These scenes shifted ceaselessly, playing out like images in a zoetrope, as if the orb contained a miniature world. The staff’s body was adorned with many vibrant and bizarre floral leaves, each exuding a subtle, demonic aura.

The Staff of Withering and Flourishing Flowers!

A Dao Body Realm Magical Treasure personally refined by the Sovereign of Myriad Vines. Unlike ordinary Magic Artifacts, this Magical Treasure was infused with half the power of that Dao Expert and possessed its own Spirit Essence. It could even recover on its own, capable of unleashing terrifying might comparable to a Dao Expert.

The matter of summoning the Outer Realm Evil God was no trivial affair. The Sovereign of Myriad Vines had dispatched seven of his scions to guard this place, bestowing upon them the Staff of Withering and Flourishing Flowers. With such arrangements, unless a Dao Expert personally arrived, no one below the Dao Body Realm could contend against them.

"Understood. A few small fries. I’ll be right back," Wu Qi replied, wiping the blood from his mouth. He took the Staff of Withering and Flourishing Flowers and strode outside.

...

This was a world situated in a land of extreme cold. Thick ice and snow covered the entire expanse, resembling a frozen white canvas that left only a monotonous, glaring silver-white. Heavy clouds drifted across the sky, as if even the Taiyang feared the cold here, grudgingly concealing its light. The bitter north wind swept through, carrying fractured snowflakes and emitting a piercing wail, making the icy, snow-covered land seem even more desolate and lonely.

In the heart of this merciless world, innumerable chilling figures moved about. These silent, shadowy figures wandered, as if searching for something, or perhaps, as if they had been waiting here all along. Their steps were light yet stiff, as if eternally frozen by the perpetual winter upon this barren, ice-swept wasteland. Yet, however dull and vacant their eyes appeared, a profound coldness, filled with extreme, venomous resentment, lurked in their depths—like ice caves hidden beneath deep snow, ready to devour any living soul that dared approach.

In this world encased by ice for thousands of miles, a young Daoist walked alone. He wore a wide, Deep Blue Taoist Robe, its edges fluttering in the wind, carving a lonely yet resolute trail across the pristine white snow. His steps were firm and powerful. Suddenly, a strange purple flame began to seep from the lapel of his robe, like a newly emerged star on a winter night, quietly blossoming. The flames, like vital veins, gradually spread from the corner of his robe, climbing upwards until they completely enveloped him.

The purple fire danced and spread over his body, imbuing his entire aura with an intensely fierce power. Each breath carried the scent of purple flames! Every glance seemed to carry the searing heat and surging power of molten lava. This mass of purple fire was not merely flame; it was a domineering will and conviction, seemingly capable of incinerating all cold and adversity that stood in his path.

[Formless Fire Emperor]

[The Foundational Dharma Gate of the Middle Ancient Huode Star Sect: using the body as fuel, gather the fire qi of Heaven and Earth, transforming oneself into an emperor. Continuously purify the fire qi within the body to reach a limitless degree. Cultivated to a profound realm, one can briefly assimilate organs, bones, and blood into raging fire to a certain extent. The more fire qi of Heaven and Earth gathered, the greater the power. In an environment with abundant fire qi from Heaven and Earth, one possesses the combat strength to challenge Dao Experts!]

Qi Xiu held an ancient, unadorned Lamp in his left hand. In his mind, countless words, flickering like firelight, continuously combined and evolved, granting him deeper insights and experience into this Foundational Dharma Gate of the Middle Ancient Huode Star Sect.

With the aid of the Hunyuan All-Encompassing Luminance, Qi Xiu’s cultivation of the Formless Fire Emperor progressed at incredible speed; in just ten days, he had already cultivated it to the third realm!

It’s not just the effect of the Hunyuan All-Encompassing Luminance. In my cultivation of "The Secret of the Primordial Dragon-Tiger Scripture," my body already possesses the Purple Tiger qimechanism transformed from Yang. The most crucial step in cultivating the Formless Fire Emperor is the accumulation of fire qi within the body. I have the Zixiao True Fire, transformed from the Purple Tiger’s breath, so my fire qi is extremely abundant. Cultivating this Dharma Gate naturally feels like a fish taking to water, and my progress is swift. It’s like a mundane world expert in internal arts learning common fist and foot techniques; it comes effortlessly. Moreover, I’ve been cultivating inside the Hunyuan Palace. Although only ten days have passed outside, more than three months have actually gone by within the palace.