Chapter 124: Heavenly Fire, Unsheathed!

Eternal Paradise

Accompanied by an unwilling roar, the Artificial Collapse form of Kesi Mo, under A Xing's precise counterattack, its massive body finally reached its limit, the eerie blue flame gradually extinguished, the huge form gradually dissipated, ultimately reverting to specks of light that vanished into the fairy‑tale backdrop.

Kesi Mo, out!

A Xing slowly pulled the Flame Gun from the ground; her arm bore slight wound scars, her gray hair was a bit disheveled, but overall she was fine.

(Luckily we have those Trial Memories… they know his attack habits; otherwise dealing with this fully unleashed Visna Factor would indeed be a handful.)

A Xing calmly evaluated.

Heimu looked at the tiny "minor wound" on A Xing, and, without comment, nodded.

The two continued advancing toward the depths of Eternal Paradise.

They hadn't gone far when the surrounding air suddenly turned scorching!

Ahead, the Candy House seemed cast into a furnace, the scene warped; a figure wearing a shattered Mask, surrounded by raging fire that pierced the sky, like a demon returned from hell, blocked the path—none other than Qianjie!

"Finally you're here?! You sneaky rat!"

Qianjie's roar shook the entire space, and the raging flames erupted uncontrollably like his mood, turning into countless fire serpents that lunged at Heimu!

"Come! Let me see what you're actually capable of!"

Heimu watched the battle‑fervor boiling in Qianjie, yet a hint of weary disinterest appeared on her face.

"One by one, endless…"

She let out a light sigh, as if bored, "It really feels like clearing a stage boss; unfortunately, I don't have the patience to keep playing with you."

Facing Qianjie's poised terrifying strike, Heimu merely lifted her hand casually and snapped a crisp finger crack.

"Snap!"

As the finger snap echoed, the space around Qianjie instantly warped!

The scorched earth beneath his feet and the flames encircling him were wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand.

Qianjie's Full Power Strike, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, hadn't even been unleashed when, together with his own body, it was forcibly teleported away, vanishing without a trace.

In the spot only a lingering ripple of unsettled space remained, along with his abruptly cut‑off echo.

Heimu lowered her hand, her gaze calmly fixed on the depths of the seemingly eternally silent structure ahead.

"I'm curious,"

her voice echoed in the empty area, "Having sacrificed so many, dragging time layer by layer… what exactly are you preparing?"

As if answering her question, a speck of ice‑blue light ignited in the deepest darkness ahead.

The light began as a spark, then rapidly expanded, like Absolute Zero descending to freeze everything!

Kevin Kaslana's figure stepped out, one step at a time, from that frigid source.

In his hand he tightly grasped the Sword of Calamity Fire—Heaven Fire Holy Judgment—symbolizing Salvation!

The blade burned with an ever‑lasting flame, yet emitted a chill capable of freezing souls.

Kevin's ice‑blue eyes, like an unfathomable glacier, locked steadfastly onto Heimu.

He said no extra words, no raging roar; he simply raised the tip of the world‑reshaping gun steadily, pointing at Heimu.

Wordless, yet it was the final answer, an undeniable declaration of war.

Heavenly Fire, unsheathed!

A Xing felt as if she were sinking in a warm sea bottom, drowsiness wrapping around her like soft seaweed.

Yet that tranquility was abruptly replaced by scorching heat; she snapped open her eyes, realizing she wasn't lying on the train's soft berth but standing on a charred expanse of earth.

The air was filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of something burnt; hot air carried ash that slapped her face, making her feel uneasy.

(Where… is this? A dream? This dream has quite a unique taste.)

She scratched her head, her gray hair fluttered in the hot wind.

Before she could clear her thoughts, a strong sense of danger pierced her marrow like an Ice Cone!

A Xing instinctively leapt to her side‑rear; the ground she had stood on was struck by a burst of raging flame, scattering shards and sparks everywhere.

"Hey! That's dangerous!" A Xing couldn't help shouting, looking up.

A figure wearing a bizarre Mask, surrounded by fire that seemed never to extinguish, stood not far away, its boiling battle fervor nearly warping the surrounding air.

(Who?)

"Another round!"

Qianjie's low growl resembled a muffled thunder, bearing undeniable madness, giving A Xing no chance to explain.

He kicked the scorched earth, which cracked, his figure surged forward like a cannonball, a burning fist charging straight at her face!

"Wait! You've got the wrong person! I'm just passing by—"

A Xing tried to explain while clumsily Blocking.

The scorching gust made her breath hitch, and the powerful force tingled her arm.

(No way to communicate!)

A Xing groaned inwardly; seeing the opponent's second strike coming fast, she instinctively reached behind, and a Flame Gun coiled with fire suddenly appeared in her hand.

The appearance of the Flame Gun seemed to disperse some of the uncomfortable heat.

However, to her surprise, when Qianjie saw the Flame Gun in her hand, the eyes hidden behind his Mask seemed to blaze even hotter!

"Hmph! Interesting!"

Qianjie's assault grew more ferocious, his fist wind laced with flames, falling like raindrops.

A Xing could only grip the Flame Gun tightly, its barrel whirling as she tried to parry the storm‑like onslaught.

Inside, she ranted wildly:

(What's happening? Seeing the Flame Gun makes him even more excited? Could he hold a grudge against me?!)

Xianzhou Luofu Street Stall

At the same time, on the real Luofu streets, Bai Hang's mood could be described as very complicated.

That "Gate God" Jing Liu indeed returned, but this time she did not sit beside the stall again; instead she chose a spot not too far, not too near, just within Bai Hang's field of view, and silently…… took out an erhu.

Then, a weeping‑lamenting, plaintive and lingering erhu sound drifted over faintly.

Bai Hang: "……"

(Jing Liu…… when did you unlock the street performer skill point?!)

She watched Jing Liu's still aloof and solitary profile, and the erhu in her hand that slightly clashed in style, her feelings a mixture of emotions.

Should one say, as befitting the former sword leader?

Even playing the erhu evoked a solemn, deadly aura reminiscent of an ambush on all sides.

Unexpectedly, this unique "background music," combined with Jing Liu's own inherent newsworthiness, actually attracted many passersby to stop and watch.

Some of them, out of curiosity or to more naturally "gawk" at the girl playing the erhu (?), also ended up patronizing Bai Hang's stall by the way.

"Oh dear, this tune has flavor!"

An old grandpa swayed his head as he listened, casually picked up a Black Tower doll to look at it, and said, "Little miss, how much for this?"

"This sister is so cool…… is she filming a drama?"

Several young girls whispered to each other, one side curiously sizing up Jing Liu, the other side picking out ornaments printed with the Black Tower Space Station Emblem.