Chapter 242: The Power of Divinity

The plump woman Lin Tang and Lin Yueru were also stunned, unable to utter a word for the moment.

At this moment, the large black cat ahead seemed to notice that the four behind had fallen behind, and immediately halted its feline steps.

It then tilted its head, fixing its glossy green eyes on the four frozen figures behind, and let out several urging meows.

Hearing the cat’s cries, Lin Tang and Lin Yueru finally snapped out of their daze.

They naturally understood the black cat’s meaning; they exchanged glances and immediately hurried to speak:

“Little sister, don’t go any further—there’s danger ahead!”

Previously, they had planned to take advantage of the clash between the Great Li Tian Jinwei and Luoshen Peak to slip stealthily into the main peak of Luoshen Peak.

In fact, Li Muxian’s earlier intervention had indeed given all four of them great hope.

But now, with the Crimson Fire Elder’s sudden move, all hope seemed to vanish in an instant.

Even now, their hearts were filled with primal fear, and all they wanted was to retreat immediately, far away from the territory of Luoshen Peak.

At this, the black cat let out several displeased meows; hearing this, Lin Tang and her sister grew even more anxious, saying:

“Little sister, you’ve seen it yourself—Luoshen Peak’s strength far exceeds our imagination; the Great Li Tian Jinwei cannot possibly be their match.”

“Even that imperial prince with astonishing martial cultivation, before such divine talent and terrifying power, stands no chance whatsoever.”

At this moment, the old man Wu Yong and the scholar Sui Zhen finally began to recover from their shock.

After hearing Lin Tang’s words, they too spoke up, urging the black cat not to act recklessly.

Yet the black cat merely glared at the four with its glossy green eyes, ignoring their pleas entirely.

It turned, leapt up, and vanished straight into the thick shrubbery ahead, heading toward Bai Lian City.

Seeing this, Lin Tang and her sister both showed clear alarm—they feared for their little sister’s safety—and gritted their teeth, preparing to follow.

But the old man Wu Yong blocked them, saying:

“Don’t act impulsively—Bai Lian City is no place for us now; we must leave immediately.”

The scholar Sui Zhen also hurried to add:

“MoMo isn’t like us—she can go there without harm; you know better than we do what she’s capable of.”

Hearing this, Lin Tang and Lin Yueru finally stopped, hesitated a moment, and ultimately chose not to follow further.

“Let’s leave here first.”

The old man Wu Yong’s expression was grim—they had already doomed this trip to failure.

Lin Tang and her sister glanced one last time at where the black cat had vanished, sighed, and knew their plan to infiltrate Luoshen Peak was now impossible; they followed Wu Yong and Sui Zhen as they withdrew.

…

Above Bai Lian City, after the Crimson Fire Elder revealed his hazy figure shrouded in flame,

He merely stepped down—and endless vortexes of flame spread in all directions, turning the entire dark sky above into a blazing crimson sea of fire.

At once, everyone in Bai Lian City below felt the temperature surge instantly, as if the heavens themselves had become a furnace scorching them.

“Was it you who killed my sect master’s disciple?”

The hazy flame figure gazed down at Li Muxian atop the Baixiang Pavilion roof; its golden flame eyes flickered violently, and the air around it twisted and trembled.

Li Muxian looked up at the flaming sky above, observing carefully, and slightly raised an eyebrow.

This was the third time he had seen a divine being unleash power—the previous two, whether the possessed old woman or Luoshen Peak’s senior disciple,

Though their divine talents were strange, perhaps due to weak abilities, neither had displayed such overwhelming might as this one.

And this Luoshen Peak expert clearly wielded fire.

The divine power he controlled was immensely strong, his displayed strength far surpassing Murong Xiaoya’s.

This made Li Muxian realize that the divine talents of divine beings were in no way inferior to martial power.

In some aspects, divine talent was even superior to martial arts.

Take this opponent’s fire control—manipulating such vast flames was beyond any technique like “Flame God Palm” or “Inferno God Fist.”

Moreover, through observation, Li Muxian realized that the divine talents of divine beings seemed to begin at the “Heaven-Man” level from the outset.

Of course, this did not mean divine beings were born with the power of Heaven-Man cultivators.

Rather, the way they used their abilities resembled how Heaven-Man cultivators controlled the true qi of heaven and earth—it was itself a “state” of “man commanding the forces of heaven and earth.”

But this “state” was an innate gift exclusive to divine beings; they did not need to spend years progressing from post-heaven to pre-heaven to Heaven-Man, as martial cultivators did.

“Truly fascinating.”

Li Muxian stared at the hazy flame figure towering above the sky, sensing the unique way it commanded the sea of fire, gaining deeper insight into this extraordinary power beyond martial arts.

At this moment, the hazy figure noticed Li Muxian did not answer his question, merely staring blankly and muttering to himself.

Yet it showed no emotional reaction; its surrounding flames flickered as it spoke coldly:

“Since you won’t answer, I’ll take it as your admission.”

The Crimson Fire Elder clearly had no intention of asking further.

In his eyes, even if this young man below had killed Zheng Yunfeng, the peak lord of Bai Lian Peak, and his own junior disciple, he regarded him as nothing—easily reducible to ashes with a mere gesture.

The next instant, the hazy flame figure slowly raised its hand.

Instantly, spiraling rings of fire formed, refracting twisted crimson halos in the night sky, then descending toward Li Muxian below.

Yet Li Muxian sat motionless atop the Baixiang Pavilion roof.

He merely continued observing the Crimson Fire Elder’s attack; all descending fire rings dissipated three feet above his head, turning into flowing embers that vanished.

Seeing this, the hazy figure hovering in the sea of fire gave a slight nod and said calmly:

“Not bad—you can withstand my strike. So it must be you.”

With that, flame patterns like molten gold began to flow along its body, then erupted into hundreds and thousands of fire crows, trailing blazing white light, surging downward toward Li Muxian again.

Yet Li Muxian remained seated, unmoved.

All the fire crows, just like before, vanished three feet above his head, unable to harm him in the slightest.

Seeing this, the hazy figure in the fire sea clearly paused.

Then it raised its hand again; crimson flames of terrifying heat flowed between its hazy fingers, shrieking.

The next instant, it appeared directly above Li Muxian.

The crimson flame moved countless times faster than the previous rings and crows; afterimages left five burning, unextinguishable crimson trails in the air.

Yet even so, it was still halted three feet above, dissolving into nothingness in an instant.

(End of Chapter)