Chapter 192: Further Enhancement of the Five Elements Bloodline Concentration, Flame Dragon Armor

On Blue Star, Ye Xuan’s evolution continues.

Energy from heaven and earth formed a violent vortex, converging furiously around Ye Xuan, his body like an endless abyss, greedily devouring every wisp of spiritual energy that surged toward him.

Compared to his first life-level evolution, this one was far more thorough.

Ye Xuan stood still, his body ascending to a higher form of life.

Pale golden blood flowed silently through his veins, each drop brimming with heart-stopping energy; his bones gleamed white as jade, yet tougher than any known metal; his skin shimmered with a faint, elusive luster, as if his entire being radiated a soft glow.

He slowly lifted his gaze, his pupils reflecting the illusion of swirling galaxies, radiating transcendent divinity; his gaze was calm and profound, as if it could pierce through all illusions.

He needed no deliberate display of pressure—simply standing there made others instinctively feel awe, as if a lower lifeform faced a higher existence, compelled by primal submission.

It was absolute suppression rooted in the essence of life itself, like ants gazing up at a dragon, mortals bowing before a god.

“Boom—!”

With a deafening roar, a colossal beam of light descended, completely engulfing Ye Xuan’s figure.

Pure energy surged within the column, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth.

The fire bloodline within Ye Xuan stirred, flowing through his veins like molten magma from the earth’s core; as his life level ascended, the bloodline granted by the Light-Shadow Stone also transformed—his pale golden blood gradually turned crimson, each droplet like a molten star, tracing searing paths through his vessels.

The power was so pure that faint crimson light seeped through Ye Xuan’s skin, as if he were burning from within.

“Hum.”

The Fire Shadow Stone in his space ring suddenly trembled, its surface erupting in brilliant gold-red radiance, like a rising sun—gentle yet majestic.

“Roar!!!”

A thunderous dragon’s cry echoed through the void, and the Flame Dragon Armor spontaneously materialized on Ye Xuan’s body, responding to the call of his bloodline.

“Boom!”

Intense shockwaves exploded outward from Ye Xuan, but in the instant before they could spread, he raised his right hand, fingers slightly open—suddenly, the violent waves froze, dissolving into countless golden-red specks that vanished into the void.

Ye Xuan exhaled a slow, turbid breath; the golden flames surrounding him receded, and the Flame Dragon Armor dissolved into shimmering particles that faded into the air.

He hadn’t expected his life-level ascent to also boost the concentration of his fire bloodline, but for now, the enhancement seemed still quantitative—the Flame Dragon Armor’s power boost remained at its original level, with no qualitative leap or unlocking of any legendary “Burning Emperor” form.

“Looks like I’m still far from it.”

Ye Xuan murmured softly, though though the current increase in bloodline concentration showed little visible effect, he could sense a far greater power lying dormant deep within.

Perhaps when his Five Elements bloodline concentration reaches some critical threshold, the Flame Dragon Armor will truly break free from its current form, ascending to the so-called “Burning Emperor” as imagined in fan works.

After all, the core premise of the Light-Shadow Armor is its “unlimited” growth potential; if its power boost remained permanently fixed, unchanged by the user’s strength, it would still be powerful—but it would betray its very design.

Ye Xuan was about to leave when he suddenly froze, a strange expression crossing his face.

Outside the villa, on the open ground, Angel Yan hovered midair, her white wings gleaming with holy radiance under the sun; she regarded the man before her—a man with black-rimmed glasses and a gentle face—with keen interest.

“From the Death God world, Captain of the Fifth Division, ruler of Hueco Mundo; outwardly gentle and kind, yet in truth cold-hearted and fiercely ambitious.”

Lonely because no one could match him, he actively sought someone worthy of standing beside him, yet never found such a peer—so he secretly longed to be an ordinary Death God, Blue Ran?

Angel Yan smiled faintly, her voice cool.

“I didn’t expect dimensional invasion brought even you to the real world.”

She studied the handsome, seemingly gentle man before her; had she not seen Blue Ran’s profile in Blue Star’s data, she might truly have mistaken him for a kind soul.

If Zhi Xin were here, she’d surely be deceived.

That little thing is a total looks addict—otherwise she wouldn’t have been fooled by Death God Karl’s innocent appearance.

But to be fair, among Death Gods, Blue Ran shows real potential.

If placed in her world, born into a civilization with comparable technology, over ten thousand years, he might even have achieved godhood.

Though arrogant in character, isn't arrogance inherent in all strong people?

Angels, demons, and Liyang all share it.

Their civilizations granted them the right to be arrogant; Blue Ran’s talent granted him the same confidence.

“Power and ambition always go hand in hand, don’t they?”

“Mediocrity accepts the status quo; genius is destined to stand apart.”

Blue Ran wore a gentle smile, yet internally pondered the angel before him.

Could she be a native of this world, given she accurately named his identity?

Yet the look in her eyes as she regarded him carried unmistakable condescension.

Knowing his full identity yet still displaying superiority—either she was blindly overconfident in her strength, or she truly possessed power above his.

So he leaned toward the possibility that she, like him, was a character summoned into reality by dimensional invasion.

He dismissed the notion that she was a foolish, overconfident idiot.

If she were truly a native lifeform of this world, her attitude proved she wielded power equal to—or even surpassing—Ye Xuan’s.

Given Ye Xuan’s potential, Blue Ran found it hard to believe anyone could rise faster than him within the same timeframe.

But with too little information, he couldn’t rule it out.

After all, if Ye Xuan possessed the Rat Talisman, others might have acquired even stronger celestial artifacts.

Speaking of which, she seemed unaware of the Rat Talisman’s existence—otherwise she wouldn’t assume he was a character summoned by dimensional invasion.

The instant this theory formed in Blue Ran’s mind, Angel Yan suddenly raised an eyebrow, a flicker of realization in her eyes.

“You’re not the real Blue Ran—you’re a manifestation created by the Rat Talisman, aren’t you?”

She tapped her chin with a slender finger, studying Blue Ran thoughtfully.

Given Ye Xuan’s personality and stance, he would never befriend someone as dangerous as Blue Ran, let alone allow him to live in his villa.

So there was no reason for Blue Ran to be here.

Unless this “Blue Ran” was an entity summoned by Ye Xuan’s Rat Talisman.

This world lacked the Dark Dimension, so while her Insight Eyes could read surface information, they couldn’t, as in her original world, trace a civilization’s past through Dark Dimensional data.

Even unrecorded history could be accessed through the Dark Dimension.

Angel Yan shook her head; now that she knew he was a Rat Talisman manifestation, she had no further interest in conversing with him. She landed lightly on the ground, studying Blue Ran with scrutiny, seeking differences between this creation and the true Blue Ran.

Though she understood the Rat Talisman’s mechanics, perfectly replicating a character—down to personality, abilities, and thought patterns—across different world systems was truly unbelievable.

Yet at first glance, he seemed identical to the real Blue Ran.

“What is Ye Xuan doing?”

She suddenly spoke, recalling the colossal light pillar and thunderous dragon cry she’d witnessed before descending.

Though according to Zhi Xin’s records, Ye Xuan’s strength increased visibly every day, could he have broken through again the very moment she arrived?

“I see no reason to inform you.”

Blue Ran smiled.

He didn’t know her relationship with Ye Xuan, but his role didn’t include disclosing any information about Ye Xuan.

If she wished to discuss this world or his own, he had no objection—he’d listen patiently and converse willingly—but Ye Xuan was off-limits.

Angel Yan’s lips curled slightly as she gave a dismissive laugh at Blue Ran’s reply.

She casually sat on a garden bench, her white wings gracefully folded, idly teasing the curious little Qilin and Catdog.

Unlike her wariness toward Blue Ran, Catdog showed no warmth but curiosity in its beastly eyes.

Because it had seen Ye Xuan summon “Zhi Xin” via the Rat Talisman at birth, Catdog remembered the sacred aura of angels deeply.

This angel wasn’t the “Zhi Xin” it knew, but she carried the same sacred aura.

The little Qilin bounded happily forward, nuzzling Angel Yan’s leg, emitting affectionate whimpers.

Catdog had been born too late to meet “Shen Sheng Kai Sha,” “Tianji Wang Hexi,” or “Angel Yan”—only “Zhi Xin.” But the Qilin had seen all three, so this Angel Yan was no stranger to it.

“So this is the Qilin from the Hongmao Lan Tu world?”

Angel Yan looked down at the little creature nuzzling her leg, making the same assessment Ye Xuan had when he first saw the Qilin.

“Looks pretty abstract.”

(End of chapter)