Chapter 1

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Fire! Endless flames.

At a glance, the golden flames surged like waves, the flames' crests rising one after another, forming an infinite world of fire.

A pale yellow fireball lay quietly in the midst of the fiery world.

"Where am I?" A murmured voice echoed through the fiery world.

The voice was clear, and as soon as it appeared, the surrounding flames stirred, beginning to tremble violently.

The golden flames burned intensely, rolling continuously. On a high platform ahead, a calm flame began to churn, sending out rolling waves of heat, as if a supreme beast were about to take shape. Although he was in the fiery world, Yang Qifeng felt a chill, and he immediately fell silent, his entire body curling up in fear.

After a long while, the rolling flames calmed down again.

Yang Qifeng secretly let out a sigh of relief and cautiously moved his body, crawling backward. The golden flame platform, which was about ten feet high, was too dangerous, and Yang Qifeng wanted to stay far away from it.

In the fiery world, a basketball-sized pale yellow flame was slowly climbing on the ground made of flames.

He was Yang Qifeng!

Looking at the ten-foot-high platform, Yang Qifeng realized how unlucky he was. After closing his eyes yesterday, he opened them to find himself in such a dangerous place. He had just achieved success, becoming the abbot of Laojun Temple, full of spirit and ready to promote Taoist culture on a grand scale, like Shaolin Temple, to make the Laojun Temple brand known. But before he could take any action, he found himself in this fiery world.

This was already a very unlucky event in his life, and even more unlucky was that he was no longer human.

Since waking up, his field of vision could see 360 degrees, in all directions, up and down, everything was clear in his sight.

This was something humans couldn't do. Using his strength, Yang Qifeng struggled to move, but his speed was as slow as a snail's. Yang Qifeng felt a strong resentment about his transformation into a flame.

Although his movement was slow, Yang Qifeng still tried his best to move. The ten-foot-high platform was too dangerous.

Although he was no longer human, the instinct to seek safety was still human. His body might not be human, but his soul was still human. Yang Qifeng didn't want to die; he hadn't lived enough.

Time passed bit by bit, and two days went by. In Yang Qifeng's field of vision, the ten-foot-high golden platform had disappeared, which made him feel much more relaxed. Being transformed into a flame had its benefits; at least Yang Qifeng didn't feel tired, and the strength in his body seemed endless.

Over these two days, Yang Qifeng had clearly considered his situation and reluctantly accepted it.

Complaining and giving up were not in his nature.

As the saying goes, life is like rape; if you can't resist, you have to accept it.

Moreover, Yang Qifeng had a fantasy in his heart, imagining that he had traveled through time. He was quite familiar with穿越 (time-travel) novels. After all, Yang Qifeng was not a true Taoist but a professional Taoist. What is a professional Taoist? A professional Taoist is someone who takes being a Taoist as a profession, not a true monk who practices asceticism. In modern society, religion has become a pillar of economic development in some regions.

These Taoists, like office workers, become Taoists when they put on their Taoist robes and ordinary people when they take them off. However, Yang Qifeng was a bit more advanced than ordinary professional Taoists. His rituals were almost as good as those of true Taoists, and he also studied Taoist scriptures. Unlike those who truly wanted to become monks, Yang Qifeng had the idea of making money and returning to secular life. He didn't treat it as a practice but as a profession, just like a programmer studying code, a Taoist naturally studies Taoist scriptures.

If this were a world of immortals, he could transform and live a carefree life, and even seek immortality.

Yang Qifeng's originally low mood became fiery with this thought. As he was daydreaming, he was suddenly awakened by the flames surging ahead.

The rolling heat waves swept everything, invading from a distance. The flame waves were like waves in the sea, and with a bang, Yang Qifeng was hit by the flame wave and immediately thrown into the sky. The pain was excruciating, and Yang Qifeng immediately lost control of his body. In his 360-degree field of vision, he could see his basketball-sized, pale yellow, relatively solid body shrink by a third and become more ethereal under the impact of the flame wave.

The fireball continued to soar high, and the flame waves below continued to surge, each wave higher than the last. Just as Yang Qifeng was about to fall, he was hit again, and his body continued to shrink.

"Damn it, this fiery world is too dangerous. A single wave could kill me," Yang Qifeng cursed in his heart, not daring to speak aloud, still vividly remembering the dramatic change caused by his words two days ago, fearing that it would trigger another disaster and lead to his death.

"No, no, no, if I continue like this, I will really die," Yang Qifeng thought, his mind extremely clear despite the pain. He knew that if he continued like this, he would surely die if he was hit twice more. The only hope was to trigger a change in the fiery world, which might give him a glimmer of hope.

With a clear mind, Yang Qifeng quickly considered everything. As the flame waves surged again, he had no time to think and took a gamble.

His eyes showed determination, and Yang Qifeng shouted loudly, "This pain is killing me!"

As soon as the words were out, the fiery world began to roll violently, and the flame waves, instead of subsiding, rose even higher, the terrifying golden flames sweeping everything.

Yang Qifeng saw this and his eyes flashed with despair. This gamble was clearly lost, and he screamed, "It's over, it's over, I'm definitely going to die this time."

He closed his eyes in despair, waiting quietly for death!