Chapter 246: Stealing Heavenly Fire

"Hero?"

Hearing Zhang Xingyu's praise, a look of confusion appeared on Prometheus's face.

"Yes, hero, great hero."

"Prometheus, for the sake of bringing light to the entire Demon race, you didn't hesitate to sacrifice yourself; you are a great hero!"

A slight blush appeared on Prometheus's handsome face.

"Are you talking about me?"

"Yes, great Prometheus, your glorious deeds of stealing heavenly fire for the Demon race have spread throughout the entire Moyu Continent. Not only are wandering poets singing about it, but novel authors have also adapted your story into inspirational novels."

Prometheus's handsome old face turned even redder.

"This..."

"Prometheus, you bravely sacrificed yourself for the well-being of the entire Demon race; I admire you, I respect you!"

Zhang Xingyu's stomach twitched.

Thinking of his current sycophantic appearance, he felt like vomiting himself.

However, in order to get the method of stealing heavenly fire from this guy's mouth, he swallowed back even the most disgusting sycophancy.

Zhang Xingyu took out the statue he had bought from a street stall from his bosom.

"Great Prometheus, look, in order to remember your great sacrifice, the Demon race has already carved your suffering and hardship onto a statue."

"Uh..."

Prometheus's old face turned purple with redness.

However, when he saw the statue in Zhang Xingyu's hand, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Humble human, what is your name?"

"Great Prometheus, my name is Zhang Xingyu."

"Humble human, what are you doing here?"

"I was entrusted by someone to come here to seek the holy fire."

"Seek the holy fire?"

"Yes, seek the holy fire."

"For the past hundred thousand years, you are the second person to come to seek the holy fire."

"Someone else has also come to seek the holy fire? Then who is he? Did he obtain the holy fire?"

"You see it. The first person to seek the holy fire is right here."

"Is it you? Great Prometheus. The first person to seek the holy fire was you?"

"Yes. Humble human, seeking the holy fire is not easy. If you want to seek the holy fire, you must pay a painful price. Humble human, are you ready?"

"Uh..."

Seeing Prometheus's appearance, Zhang Xingyu had a headache.

"Besides suffering and hardship like you, is there no other way?"

"Yes. I can tell you. In exchange, you need to put the statue in your hand into my chest."

Statue?

Zhang Xingyu looked at the statue in his hand.

This statue was carved from an ordinary stone.

It wasn't any treasure.

Trade it, trade it.

"OK?"

"What?"

"I mean it's a deal." Zhang Xingyu said to Prometheus.

Carefully arriving in front of the cross, Zhang Xingyu placed the stone statue into Prometheus's chest.

"Ah."

Prometheus showed an extremely painful expression.

Immediately after, golden light flickered inside his chest.

A quarter of an hour later, a light shadow walked out of his chest, gradually condensing into the appearance of Prometheus.

"Ah. One hundred thousand years, finally escaped from this damn cross."

This brand-new Prometheus sighed, his tone full of joy.

He kicked his legs, bent his waist, and stretched his arms, clearly adapting to this new body.

After a quarter of an hour, he stopped.

"This stone body is still not good enough. When I have time in the future, I will find a brand-new body again."

Prometheus was clearly not very satisfied with his new body.

Zhang Xingyu was dumbfounded.

In front of him stood a living Prometheus.

On the cross, there was still a living Prometheus nailed.

Glancing at the sluggish Zhang Xingyu, Prometheus shook his head.

"Humble human, truly ignorant. This body is just a clone created by this god using the Divine Body Incarnation Technique. With this clone, this god can leave this place, and my soul will no longer have to suffer."

"Oh."

"Humble human, considering you saved this god from trouble, this god won't kill you. However, this god has nothing on him, so you should offer your magic ring to this god."

Sun!

Zhang Xingyu almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood.

The Demon race is the Demon race; even after becoming a god, they are still so unprincipled.

Silently taking off the ring on his hand.

Prometheus pointed with his hand, and the things in the ring appeared before his eyes.

"Trash. All trash."

Prometheus cursed, and casually put the ring on his hand.

Then, he jumped, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the vast sea of clouds below.

Sun!

What about the promised method of seeking heavenly fire?

The Demon race, even a Demon God, is not to be trusted!

Zhang Xingyu stood blankly for a long time, before taking a piece of magic beast meat from the magic bag at his waist.

Fortunately, Prometheus didn't look down on low-level things like magic bags.

Fortunately, this magic bag also contained some daily necessities.

At his fingertips, spirit fire flickered.

Under the roasting of the spirit fire, the magic beast meat emitted an enticing fragrance.

He took a big bite of the magic beast meat and took a big gulp of "Ten-Mile Blood."

Under the stimulation of the strong wine, the stuffiness in his chest seemed to dissipate a bit.

No wonder, there is a saying.

If you are happy, drink a couple of sips.

If you are depressed, drink a couple of sips too.

Glaring at the Prometheus true body hanging on the cross, Zhang Xingyu started his climbing journey again.

Above the cliff, the crows on the branches were silent.

Zhang Xingyu thought, perhaps it was their nap time.

Successfully climbed up the cliff.

Above was still a steep cliff.

On the stone wall, a two-foot-wide stone path spiraled into the sky.

Distant mountains, cold mountains, stone paths, there are people in the depths of the white clouds.

At the end of the stone path was the summit.

The summit was about ten acres, and the terrain was very flat.

Along a stone staircase paved with white jade, passing through rows of snow trees blooming with silver flowers, Zhang Xingyu arrived in front of a tall and majestic temple.

In front of the temple gate stood a tall stone tablet with three fiery red characters engraved on it.

"Holy Fire Hall".

The three characters were ancient and vicissitudinous, revealing a mysterious artistic conception.

Walking into the hall, red light flashed before his eyes, and his body suddenly felt warm.

Looking up, he saw a red stone altar in the center of the hall.

On the stone altar, a cluster of golden flames was dancing and burning.

Holy fire.

Looking at this dancing flame, Zhang Xingyu's divine sea suddenly shook.

In the center of the divine sea, a bean-sized flame was dancing and swaying.

"Swish!"

This flame suddenly rushed out of the divine sea and into the void above.

Zhang Xingyu's brow felt hot.

The flame shot directly into the altar ahead.

The flame danced in the holy fire, jumping in the flame, as if a child who had traveled far away had seen a long-lost mother.

What the hell?

Just as Zhang Xingyu was puzzled, the flame gradually condensed into a red figure.

This person stared at Zhang Xingyu and asked softly: "Descendant of the God race, are you here to seek the holy fire?" ===== CHAPTER 247 =====