Chapter 94: Fire Domain Forging Artifacts

Donghuang, Jin Kingdom.

Jin Kingdom has a certain reputation throughout all of Donghuang, and the reason it is so famous is purely because there is a Fire Domain within this territory.

No one knows why the living Fire Domain never extinguishes, and no one knows how long the Fire Domain has been burning; the years of its existence are perhaps several hundred thousand years, perhaps several million years, even longer than the survival time of the most ancient powers in Donghuang.

There are no plants or bamboo groves, no magma flowing, not even mountain rocks or peaks, no material of any kind to support the burning of the flames — only the purest flames — yet no one knows why this Fire Domain endures forever, and there is no method whatsoever that can extinguish it.

The Fire Domain — ordinary cultivators avoid it at all costs, not daring to approach; but when profound cultivators forge artifacts, they invariably choose the Fire Domain as their first choice, for the flames here possess a peculiar power that can assist artifacts in branding the Dao and principle.

Regarding the Fire Domain, there are many records; in the most ancient legends, it involves the level of immortals; there are also rumors that the Huang Tower once underwent repairs in the deepest part of the Fire Domain — however, they are all just a few scant strokes, the language vague.

The Void trembled like a shaken curtain, and three figures stepped forth — precisely Jiang Xuan, Ye Fan, and Pang Bo. As for Ji Ziyue, she had already recovered and returned to the Ji Family on her own; Jiang Xuan also found it difficult to make things hard for her — he had not yet sunk so low as to hold a grudge against a little girl. And Yao Xi — Jiang Xuan likewise let her leave.

"Jiang Ge, what place is this?" Pang Bo looked toward the endless crimson red not far ahead, his face shocked.

"This is the Fire Domain, and also the purpose of our trip." Jiang Xuan said, "Jin Kingdom is merely a corner of land, yet in Donghuang it is extremely famous; the main reason is precisely this Fire Domain — many Great Figures and even Great Powers borrow the flames here to refine their own artifacts. Legend says there is a cluster of Immortal Fire in the deepest part of the Fire Domain."

"Jiang Xuan, you brought us to the Fire Domain — do you need to forge an artifact?" Ye Fan asked; he too was shaken by the hundred-li sea of fire before him, not knowing what principle allowed flames to burn out of thin air.

"The Xuanhuang Mother Qi Root is incomparably heavy; if not borrowing the flames from the depths of the Fire Domain, relying on your own strength alone, I fear even a hundred years would not suffice to forge your own artifacts — and I also need to borrow the flames here to cultivate a divine ability." Jiang Xuan laughed lightly; his supreme Dao foundation was about to be completed, his expression full of joy.

Ahead, flames leaped, the temperature extremely high; the earth beneath their feet showed many dry cracks.

The three spoke as they walked, shielding their bodies with magic power; gradually the flame color changed — from the original crimson to pale blue, the temperature growing ever more scorching; after traveling several more li, the flame color changed again — from pale blue to milky white. At this point Ye Fan and Pang Bo could barely continue; both felt parched and tongue-dry, their divine power difficult to maintain any longer.

Jiang Xuan's mind moved; a phantom Eight Trigrams Furnace enveloped the three, the aura of Great Dao Emperor Patterns permeating — Ye Fan and Pang Bo instantly felt the temperature plummet, their whole bodies a burst of comfort. The three continued forward; here the flames burned with a dark, gloomy light, like the nether fire of Hell, burning silently. Ye Fan and Pang Bo felt a sense of heart-palpitating dread.

"Sixth Layer — Purple Qi Comes from the East Fire; this layer's flame weighs ten thousand jun; many Great Powers forge artifacts here — but to refine the Mother Qi of All Things, it is still not enough." Gazing at the sky-full of purple qi ahead, Jiang Xuan stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo, through the Eight Trigrams Furnace light screen, saw five-colored clouds and mist swirling ahead — not at all like flames, simply like five-colored immortal qi, incomparably auspicious in appearance — yet they felt a heart-pounding, soul-trembling sensation, their minds shaking.

Arriving at the seventh layer of the Fire Domain, this layer was already five-colored flames — but with the Eight Trigrams Furnace phantom enveloping them, the three felt not a thread of discomfort. The Eight Trigrams Furnace that had preliminarily fused Emperor Patterns was extremely convenient in this aspect — ten thousand fires could not touch the body.

All along the way, Ye Fan and Pang Bo saw many humanoid ashes and Magic Treasure wreckage; the two were horrified — those who dared enter this layer of the Fire Domain were at least Great Powers, yet they still perished, body and Dao extinguished. Jiang Xuan brought the two along as if walking on level ground; for a while, Jiang Xuan's image in their hearts became even more unfathomable.

"I said long ago Jiang Ge has a great background — at any time he surpasses expectations." Pang Bo spoke, praising from the bottom of his heart.

Continuing forward — this is the Fire Domain's eighth layer; seven-colored mist threads hazy, appearing even more tranquil and auspicious — yet the ultimate high temperature is like ten suns hanging in the sky scorching heaven and earth, as if to incinerate time and everything. Even Jiang Xuan felt some scorching heat, needing to continuously output magic power to maintain the Emperor Patterns unbroken.

"The higher the fire source quality, the more powerful the artifact refined — this Fire Domain eighth layer's seven-colored flames are just right." Jiang Xuan spoke, looking at the surrounding seven-colored mist threads, a trace of joy flashing in his eyes; the Dao foundation would be complete — thereafter he would fear no one.

"Ye Fan, do you still remember the Bodhi Seed you obtained at the Great Thunder Sound Temple? It is Shakyamuni's possession — it might have a miraculous effect." Jiang Xuan laughed; this Bodhi Seed had played a crucial role many times on Ye Fan's cultivation path.

Ye Fan's mind stirred; the Bodhi Seed flew out from his Sea of Bitterness, floating into Ye Fan's palm — the purple qi retreated, rapidly rolling to both sides; the area where the three stood became a clear void, and that trace of scorching heat also vanished completely.

"This..."

"The Bodhi Seed can even block the legendary Karmic Fire — let alone these Fire Domain flames." Jiang Xuan laughed.

"More or less this is the spot — only Decide Daineng can enter this Fire Domain eighth layer; cultivating here we won't be disturbed by anyone." Jiang Xuan spoke, suddenly expanding the range enveloped by the Eight Trigrams Furnace phantom, and further borrowing the Bodhi Seed's power — centered on the three, a three-zhang radius became a clear void.

Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged, slightly opening his mouth, slightly opening his mouth, assuming a swallowing-inhaling state — a thread of seven-colored mist entered his abdomen.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo watched, secretly clicking their tongues in amazement, astonished beyond measure, praising Jiang Xuan's divine abilities as even more vast.

Inside Jiang Xuan's abdomen, within the Eight Trigrams Furnace, there was a segment of shadow, 沉凝如山、厚重如雲, heavy to the point of suffocation — precisely the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Root.

Xuan is Heaven's essence, Huang is Earth's marrow — together they are the quintessence of Heaven and Earth; the Xuan Huang Two Qi represent Heaven and Earth.

Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground; continuously seven-colored mist entered his mouth and nose — instantly his whole body gathered the powers of Heaven and Earth, mountains and rivers, water, fire, wind, and thunder; the Nine-Headed Immortal Phoenix cried incessantly, Seven-Colored Divine Fire blazed around his body, Xuan Huang Two Qi dotted about, continuously condensing into form.

Boom—!

Like Pangu's Axe opening heaven and cleaving earth, endless rumbling sounds emitted from within Jiang Xuan's body; heavenly sounds shook and trembled outward; the Eight Trigrams Furnace's fire coordinated with the Seven-Colored Divine Fire to continue refining the Xuanhuang Mother Qi.

This is also the reason Jiang Xuan came to the Fire Domain — relying solely on the Eight Trigrams Furnace's own flames would require an extremely long time to refine the Xuanhuang Mother Qi; this time might be several decades, or even over a hundred years. Even though he had preliminarily fused the Li Fire Divine Furnace and its power greatly increased, the Li Fire Divine Furnace's own flames are not considered that powerful; its power lies in the Emperor Patterns inside it, not in its material and flames — therefore, to refine such an immortal treasure as the Xuanhuang Mother Qi still falls far short; it must be combined with the Fire Domain's fire.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo to the side watched in surprise at Jiang Xuan, surrounded by strange phenomena, not knowing what divine ability he was cultivating.

The two were very envious; they believed he had a great background — perhaps he had already contacted cultivation during his time on Earth — at this moment he was surely cultivating an earth-shaking great divine ability.

Very quickly, the two no longer thought so much, and also carefully attempted to guide the seven-colored mist.

Thank you for the reward from "My Thoughts Are Shading the Heavens"

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(Chapter End)