BTTH : Emperor Yang-Chapter 665: Holy Land Valley

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Facing the intense wave of hatred and unwillingness coming from the consciousness of Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame.

"So arrogant, I really can’t let you stay." Wei Yang frowned.

This flame was something he intended to give to his son, Wei Ye. He couldn’t afford to be careless.

Not to mention the consciousness inside this flame was far too ferocious, and the flame itself was at a high-level Ban Sheng, handing such a thing to his son without handling it first would mean Wei Yang had lost his mind.

"You’ve already been living in pain, always shrouded in hatred, might as well erase your consciousness, that counts as a release for you. Off you go."

As his voice fell, vast soul power surged out from between his brows once again and rushed into the origin of Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame.

Boom!

The entire golden flame violently trembled, its spiritual nature visibly plummeted, and its aura instantly weakened by a huge margin.

"No~"

Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame let out a shrill scream, its consciousness rapidly collapsed, forcefully erased by Wei Yang.

"My apologies, for my son’s safety, I must sacrifice you." Wei Yang said quietly.

"Ah~ human, and that old bastard Light Emperor, I curse you, none of you will die well, I am unwilling~"

"Didn’t I already tell you Light Emperor is dead? Why waste your breath cursing him? If you have anything to curse, aim it at me," Wei Yang paused, then shrugged, "Of course, if doing that makes you feel better, suit yourself."

A curse?

Wei Yang didn’t care at all.

If curses worked, why would anyone still bother to cultivate?

Everyone could just hide at home and draw circles to curse their enemies instead. Those so-called vicious curses were nothing more than desperate, powerless rage that at best gave a bit of psychological comfort, completely useless.

Wei Yang would never waste time on something that pointless.

"I am unwilling~"

With that final shred of consciousness fading, the awareness of Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame disappeared completely.

A millstone-sized golden flame floated before Wei Yang, quietly burning. Right now, its aura was extremely weak, its spiritual nature was heavily damaged, and even its power had dropped by a large amount.

A complete wreck!

At this point, being able to barely maintain low-level Ban Sheng power was already pretty good. In such a miserable state, who knew how long it would take to recover. Power could slowly be restored, but consciousness was gone forever.

Wei Yang left no room for recovery.

Now, although this Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame still had formidable power, its spiritual nature was so weak that even the Black Sun Burning Heaven Flame he encountered back then surpassed it.

If a comparison must be made, its spirit was roughly on par with the first Heavenly Flame Wei Yang ever obtained, Green Lotus Core Flame.

No intellect, no awareness, only instinct.

"Good, this suits my son the best." Wei Yang carefully examined it before nodding lightly.

Intelligence and consciousness could be nurtured slowly over time. Having or not having that, in Wei Yang’s eyes, didn’t matter, it wasn’t a big issue.

As long as the power and growth potential were enough. Heavenly Flames were born as natural weapons for their masters, what need was there for them to have so many opinions?

His hand seals shifted again.

"Condense!"

The golden flame squirmed and transformed again, condensing into a large golden sun. Five hundred meters beneath the desert, inside a small molten cavern.

At the center, space rippled like water, as if a transparent curtain hung suspended. The faint red, scorching air around it all converged toward that place as if it found a release point, surging inside on its own.

Suddenly,

The ripples fluctuated violently.

A black figure stepped out.

Wei Yang turned slightly, looking at the strange spatial entrance behind him. He noticed the flow of fire attribute energy there. Inside that space, he had left behind a tiny seed flame, very weak, only two fingers in size, with Dou Ling strength.

A fire seed for this Heavenly Flame.

Like leaving roots when harvesting medicinal plants, he didn’t finish the job completely, leaving a sliver of hope for whoever might come next. Perhaps ten thousand years from now, another Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame would once again be born here.

It wasn’t necessary for him to leave anything behind, but since the idea came to Wei Yang’s mind, he simply did it. He acted according to his thoughts. Take from heaven and earth, then return to heaven and earth.

One who cuts themselves off from heaven and earth will eventually be rejected by heaven and earth. Wei Yang chuckled, lifting his hand intending to seal the spatial entrance.

Though after thinking for a moment, he stopped and lowered his hand. If he sealed this entrance, he would be personally constructing a cage that almost no one could ever break.

No need for that.

"Let it be. I hope someday, in the distant future, a fortunate junior will discover this place and take you away," Wei Yang smiled faintly.

Right after, his figure flickered as he flew upward.

The vertical tunnel he had opened on his way down rapidly healed and sealed itself behind him, hiding everything that had happened here. This place returned to silence once more, just as it had through countless years before.

Through the slightly rippling spatial veil lay a mysterious vast space. At its center floated a thin golden flame, quietly swaying. Surrounding it was a faint red airflow, slowly being absorbed into the flame as nourishment for its growth.

Within Jia Ma Empire.

At the edge of the vast Magic Beast Mountain Range.

Qingshan Town.

Morning sunlight gently scattered while dew still clung to the blades of grass. This once-small mercenary town, which had already expanded significantly over the years, was now gradually being called Qingshan City.

At daybreak, the small mercenary city was already bustling.

With shouts and noise, all sorts of mercenaries and adventurers entered and exited the city nonstop. As some people headed out, their gazes drifted toward a certain direction in the Magic Beast Mountain Range, eyes filled with desire and longing.

In that direction lay a valley shrouded by a powerful barrier, a forbidden zone rumored to be a sacred cultivation paradise. That place belonged to the true rulers of this empire today, the massive powerhouse known as Yang Yan Alliance.

It was said that within that spatial barrier, the energy of heaven and earth was extremely dense, so thick it formed visible fog filled with vibrant life force.

Rumors claimed countless high-ranked medicinal herbs grew inside. Even a single plant brought outside would drive people mad with greed. It was the highest-grade medicinal field managed by the alchemist hall of Yang Yan Alliance.

There were even rumors that simply breathing in that fog would let one clearly feel their Dou Qi improving. That vitality-rich mist not only aided cultivation and breakthroughs, it was said to possess miraculous healing effects. With such abundant life force, it made sense.

If someone stayed long-term in a place like that, their lifespan might even skyrocket. Of course, people could only imagine. They could only look at it from afar every day and silently yearn.

That place was off limits not only to outsiders but even Yang Yan Alliance high-level members couldn’t enter freely.

Alliance experts who wished to enter and borrow the force of that place to break through needed to spend a tremendous amount of contribution points and apply in advance, subject to approval by the Elder Council.

Mercenaries who roamed around this region all knew that it was an absolute forbidden land where trespassers died without exception.

Forget sneaking in without approval. Even approaching within ten kilometers of the valley was impossible. One would be driven away or killed on the spot by Yang Yan Alliance experts.

Under the shine of morning light.

Above the spatial barrier of Yang Yan Alliance’s Holy Land Valley. Space rippled and a black figure silently appeared. The figure swept a calm gaze around, then lowered his eyes toward the barrier beneath his feet, lifting a brow slightly.

"A few years away and this place has developed to such an extent? Even the barrier is reinforced to this level. Looks like that brat Xiao Yan came back earlier and made some arrangements," the black figure laughed softly.

He then released a slight aura.

Hum~

A faint Saint pressure spread out.

Within a ten-mile radius, the air instantly became heavy. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of powerful auras exploded outward, all at Dou Huang level, locking onto Wei Yang in an instant.

"Who dares trespass into our Yang Yan Alliance forbidden land?!"

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