A Man Like None Other

Crimson Flame Canyon, located in the southwest of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains, is named for the strange, ever-burning crimson flames deep within it.

The canyon’s steep walls are a dark red, scorched by intense heat, and the air is thick with a scorching, dry atmosphere.

Ordinary plants struggle to grow here; only a few fire-resistant, unusual ferns and lichens dot the landscape.

When Ling Shuang led Lie Tian and the other wounded remnants of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, after a grueling ordeal, to the deepest part of the canyon, everyone was exhausted.

Days of fleeing, tense nerves, and untreated injuries had brought the team’s morale and stamina to rock bottom.

Before them lay a hundred-zhang-high, smooth, mirror-like crimson rock wall.

The rock wall was no ordinary rock, but a rare mineral called “Crimson Flame Crystal,” upon which burned a seemingly weak yet eternally burning pale golden flame, the intense heat distorting the air itself.

This was the entrance to the Blazing Fire Secret Realm that Ling Shuang had mentioned.

“This is it.”

Ling Shuang stopped, her pale face flushed an unnatural red from the heat, but a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes.

She turned to Lie Tian and the others, saying, “Please wait a moment while I open the entrance.”

Lie Tian and the others gazed at the burning rock wall, feeling the vast and pure fire-attribute energy contained within, and felt somewhat relieved.

This entrance to the secret realm was so unique and well-hidden; perhaps it could truly allow them to temporarily escape the pursuit of the Demon Sect and the Fusion Beast Clan.

Ling Shuang took a deep breath, suppressing her fatigue and the lingering pain from her injuries, and walked to within three zhang of the rock wall.

seals, transforming her

Pendant” suddenly shone brightly, emitting a clear phoenix cry. A

time, Ling Shuang focused her divine sense, beginning to inscribe the

and the flames on the rock wall

“Hmph!”

and majestic snort exploded in

powerful impact on the divine soul and a scorching sword intent. Ling Shuang was the first to be hit, feeling a sharp pain in her sea of consciousness, and the divine sense seal

mouth, staggered back a few steps,

to take shape on the rock wall

“Who goes there?!”

front of Ling Shuang, his

of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect also braced themselves, assuming defensive

“Shuang’er, how dare you!”

voice, a figure slowly emerged from the

was a middle-aged man who appeared to be around forty or fifty years old, wearing a crimson robe embroidered with golden flame patterns. His face was ancient,

on his back; though unsheathed, it naturally

Sky Cleaver at his peak, clearly indicating he was a top-tier sword cultivator at the eighth or even

“Master!”

upon seeing the newcomer. Ignoring her injuries, she hurriedly bowed,

man was none other than Ling Shuang’s master, Ling Yan, a genius swordsman of the previous generation from the Xuan Tian Sword Sect. He later left the sect to venture out on his own and

at the corner of her mouth and her weakened aura. A barely perceptible pity flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by

were clearly not swordsmen and were all injured with mixed auras. His face immediately turned so gloomy it could drip

you forgotten

icy cold, devoid of any emotion. “The Blazing Fire Secret Realm is my place of quiet cultivation, and I absolutely forbid any

pursued the matter yet. Now you dare to bring so many… random strangers here without permission, and you