Chapter 30

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Boom!

Explosion!

A massive explosion!

The sky was filled with flames, enveloping the heavens.

A bright red expanse, the azure sky was completely obscured.

The flames from the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace raged in the sky, on the ground, in the lakes...

Trees were incinerated, lakes dried up, and the earth cracked.

Under these flames, all living things suffered a devastating blow.

Countless plants, animals, and birds were completely burned to ashes, leaving not a trace behind.

The flames, triggered by the explosion, transformed a mountain range with ancient trees, flowing streams, fragrant flowers and fruits, strange peaks and caves, peculiar rocks, and cloud seas into a burning Flame Mountain.

Inside the Flame Mountain, a golden barrier surrounded a massive fire crow, protecting it densely and firmly.

All the force of the impact dissipated before the golden barrier.

However, as time passed and the situation became more volatile, the faint golden light grew increasingly dim.

Yang Qifeng, protected by the golden barrier, watched with growing tension. If the golden barrier were to shatter, he would surely die.

"Is there any good way out?" Yang Qifeng asked the Blue Dryad God.

"Your strength is too low, and I haven't recovered my full power. What can we do?" The Blue Dryad God's tone was calm. "Be more open-minded. Now, we can only leave it to fate."

"Leave it to fate," Yang Qifeng muttered, watching his body, enveloped in the golden barrier, rolling in the flames like a ball, moving in the opposite direction of the force.

For the first time, Yang Qifeng realized that his fate was no longer in his control, and it was an unbearable feeling.

He tried to flap his wings to stabilize himself but found that he couldn't lift them. The immense force made Yang Qifeng like a sailboat without oars, drifting with the waves, completely at the mercy of the elements.

Time passed, and Yang Qifeng's expression grew increasingly serious. The monkey hair given to him by the monkey was about to lose its effect.

When the monkey hair lost its effect, it would be the true test for Yang Qifeng.

The thin golden light, under another impact, shattered into countless pieces, scattering around Yang Qifeng.

The countless golden light points appeared but didn't last a second before they extinguished and dissipated into the world.

A massive force enveloped Yang Qifeng's fire crow form. Without the protection of the monkey hair, Yang Qifeng immediately suffered a heavy blow.

The flames from the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace were secondary. Yang Qifeng, born from fire and a fire spirit, was immune to the Three Pure Fires and the Three Realms Purifying Fire. The key was the force of the impact.

A trickle of blood flowed from Yang Qifeng's sharp beak, staining the down feathers below his mouth.

The force was incredibly strong. Since the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace fell, Yang Qifeng had been drifting for some time. The force of the impact had decreased by at least ninety percent, leaving only the final aftershocks, yet it still caused Yang Qifeng to suffer.

"Your luck is good, boy. You won't die," the Blue Dryad God said with a tone of admiration.

"I won't die, but I'll be half-dead," Yang Qifeng said with a hint of relief. Although the force was strong and caused him to suffer, it also allowed him to gauge his physical strength, and he calculated that he wouldn't be in mortal danger.

Yang Qifeng felt relieved, grateful that he had practiced the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, which had strengthened his body. Otherwise, he would have been doomed.

"Surviving is a good thing. Remember, as long as you don't die, everything can be done again," the Blue Dryad God said in a teaching tone.

"I understand," Yang Qifeng replied, having grasped the Blue Dryad God's character. This one often spoke in a teaching tone, possibly because he had suffered a lot in ancient times and had summarized his experiences, enjoying passing them on to Yang Qifeng.

After half an hour, Yang Qifeng finally neutralized the force. Flapping his wings, he moved through the Flame Mountain. His tail feathers flicked, and a massive flame serpent surged toward him.

He absorbed the flames to heal his injuries, but as soon as he absorbed some, he frowned and said, "What's going on? Why can't I refine these flames?"

As he spoke, Yang Qifeng opened his sharp beak and spat out the flames.

"Fire represents wildness, restlessness, and violence. You could easily refine them before because they were tamed. Now that they have escaped the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, their wild nature has returned."

"So, I can't refine them?"

"Of course not. It's just that to refine them, you need to endure a long and arduous process," the Blue Dryad God explained.

"That's so troublesome," Yang Qifeng muttered, missing the good old days in the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace.

Thinking about it, Yang Qifeng suddenly realized something. He became excited, flapping his wings faster, and his heart rate skyrocketed.

The Flame Mountain was created when the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace was kicked over by the monkey and fell to the mortal world, spreading flames and forming the Flame Mountain.

Since the Flame Mountain was here, the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace must also be here, which made Yang Qifeng incredibly excited.

"Can you sense the location of the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace with your divine sense?" Yang Qifeng asked.

"You're making a basic mistake, boy. These rolling flames are either the Three Pure Fires or the Three Realms Purifying Fire. Who would dare to release their divine sense here? That would be courting death," the Blue Dryad God scolded. "However, if you're thinking about the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, go to the central area. When the furnace fell, I noticed it landed in the center. Go there, and you might find some clues."

"Alright," Yang Qifeng replied, then flapped his wings and flew, cutting through layers of flames toward the central area of the Flame Mountain.

This day was destined to be an extraordinary one in the mortal world, with a volcanic eruption shaking the four directions.

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