Chapter 412: Blazing Flame Sect

Heavenly Fire Prefecture.

A special great prefecture.

When heaven and earth first formed, this place was covered by law‑bound flames, creating a wondrous sight.

It is also the Shengdi of many cultivators walking the Fire Path.

Throughout the Heavenly Fire Prefecture countless sects of all sizes are scattered; if one were to name the most renowned, the Blazing Flame Sect is among them.

Legend says the ancient founder of the Blazing Flame Sect was once pursued, fled in desperation and arrived here.

He braved danger and merged with a mass of strange fire, attaining Great Creation, and thereafter his name rang through the region, his peak comparable to the great super powers.

Yet with the founder's ascension, he eventually could not hold that position.

Relying on his unique advantages, he only then secured a foothold among the first‑rank powers.

Lin Chuan arrived in the Heavenly Fire Prefecture, hearing many stories of the Blazing Flame Sect along the way; many cultivators of the Fire Path have attained Creation here.

Walking the road, Lin Chuan felt the temperature unusually high.

The appearances of the cultivators here are also polarized.

The vast majority are dark‑skinned, as if long‑term scorching by the world's flames.

The fire that descends from heaven is the Law Fire.

Ordinary cultivators cannot resist it; long‑term residence inevitably leaves its mark.

A few retain relatively fair, delicate skin, even a watery luster, as if they have grasped part of the Flame Law's mysteries.

Of course, many strong ones do not care about looks.

Strength is the foundation.

"We should be near."

Lin Chuan rode a flying boat, and in his view a massive blaze roared high in the sky.

The Blazing Flame Sect resembled a dazzling fire star, exuding an awe‑inspiring, powerful aura.

"Tsk tsk, this wondrous sight is indeed spectacular."

The Blazing Flame Sect sits at the foot of a volcano, scorching magma flowing, rising smoke billowing, adding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere to the sect.

All its buildings are constructed from dark‑red monoliths, solid and solemn, as if forged from flame crystals rising from the earth's core.

Crimson banners flutter, embroidered with blazing flame symbols, displaying the sect's glory and dignity.

As a first‑rank power, the Blazing Flame Sect naturally possesses ample foundation.

Especially within the Heavenly Fire Prefecture, even strong figures of super powers must give them face.

"Who comes!"

As Lin Chuan stepped into the Blazing Flame Sect's domain, a cultivator clad in a fire‑red robe descended.

"I, Lin Chuan of the Purple Star Emperor Sect, have business to see the esteemed elder Yao Feng; please inform him."

When out, one's identity is self‑assigned.

Lin Chuan thinks a wandering cultivator is a wandering cultivator; when he needs the Purple Star Emperor Sect identity, he will be no more courteous.

The Yao Feng he mentions is the one Wu Shan Tonglao has in mind.

The former Holy Son has long become one of the Blazing Flame Sect's elders; his cultivation surely is not low, at least reaching the Void Deity Realm like Wu Shan Tonglao.

"Please follow me."

Upon hearing Lin Chuan's identity, the Blazing Flame Sect's cultivators became markedly courteous, especially after sensing the terrifying aura on the Jade Talisman he produced; they hurried him into a side hall and poured tea.

"Young Master Lin, please wait a moment."

"We have already sent someone to report to Elder Yao Feng."

"No rush," Lin Chuan sipped his tea, relaxed and content.

Now Sangyu should still be in Tianjin Prefecture's ordinary dojo, preparing the establishment of the Myriad Symbol Pavilion; this cannot be completed quickly.

He can linger a bit longer.

After about a cup of tea's time, a burly man entered, his bronze skin and bright eyes,

especially his reddish‑brown pupils, as if condensed endless flames.

Seeing Lin Chuan seated in the side hall, the newcomer frowned; in his impression he had never seen such a young prodigy.

"Someone from the Purple Star Emperor Sect?"

"What business do they have with me?"

He has never had much contact with the Purple Star Emperor Sect.

The Blazing Flame Sect has never committed any heinous acts or oppressed mortals; why would the Purple Star Emperor Sect seek them out?

If it were another super power, his mind would not be greatly stirred.

The Purple Star Emperor Sect is different.

Anyone targeted by such a super power would inevitably feel uneasy.

"I, Lin Chuan of the Purple Star Emperor Sect, have met Elder Yao Feng," Lin Chuan bowed.

"You're courteous, Young Master Lin."

Though Yao Feng is a great being of the Void Deity Realm, upon sensing Lin Chuan's aura he knows this is no ordinary prodigy; his future achievements will not be inferior to his,

"May I ask what business Young Master Lin has with this elder?"

"A former friend of the elder sent me to ask Elder Yao Feng a question," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

"Former friend?"

Yao Feng frowned; having lived for millennia, his old acquaintances are essentially gone, the living ones are all ancient monsters.

A millennia‑old monster entrusting Lin Chuan with a message?

"Young Master Lin, could you tell me the name of this former friend?"

"She is called Wu Zhaor."

This is the original name of Wu Shan Tonglao; Lin Chuan learned it when he accessed that memory. Since he and Yao Feng have been on opposite sides, the name Wu Zhaor has not been used again.

Boom!

Yao Feng was like struck by a sudden thunderclap; his step staggered, his breath almost got out of control.

Lin Chuan quietly watched him.

There's no need to ask any longer; Yao Feng still remembers Wu Zhaor, and remembers her very clearly.

They say time can disperse everything, but some things become harder to forget as time passes, even turning into a permanent thorn in the heart.

What is more lethal than a white moonlight…

The white moonlight that is full of regret and no longer among the living.

If they truly met while alive, perhaps Yao Feng could let go; if dead, it's truly unsolvable, forever living only in someone's heart.

After a long while, Yao Feng finally recovered, looked at Lin Chuan, old tears swirling in his eyes, and asked shakily,

"Zhao… Zhaor, is she okay?"

"She's dead."

Lin Chuan's face was expressionless.

"Dead?"

Yao Feng's complexion turned pale instantly; he had always hoped to meet her again, yet had no reason.

He didn't expect the result to be an eternal separation between heaven and man.

"How did Zhaor die?"

Yao Feng's murderous intent surged; if she had died a natural death, she could have lived for another thousand years.

"She provoked someone she shouldn't have and was killed," Lin Chuan replied.

"Who? Who killed her?!" Yao Feng glared angrily.

"Asking that is meaningless."

Lin Chuan did not answer, saying calmly, "She asked me to bring you, I have already brought her; her last wish before death was to ask you."

"She wanted to know whether you still remember her."

"Now it seems the answer is obvious; I think she can be at peace."

At this moment, Lin Chuan could feel the lingering obsession within the Sword of All Beings dissipating, truly releasing the seven emotions and six desires of living beings, turning into the purest power.

It became one of the aspects of all beings.

"It seems my thought was correct."

Lin Chuan was delighted; with this, the plan could be fully unfolded.

"Elder Yao Feng, farewell."

The goal achieved, the experiment successful; Lin Chuan did not wish to stay longer, seeing Yao Feng on the brink of madness.

A myriad of conflicts erupted, which is not good for the Yao Yan Sect.

When he finished speaking, Lin Chuan turned and left.

"Wait!"

From behind, a terrifying voice rose, "Young Master Lin, before you go, tell me who exactly killed Zhaor; I cannot let her death remain unexplained!"