Chapter 833 - 647: Master Fire God
Inside the Devouring Abyss Refining Cave Mansion.
Qin Ming’s entire face showed a wary expression; he was not so dazzled by the legendary Tier Six Dragon’s Fang as to lose his head.
In the unseen depths, he sensed a terrifying aura lurking right beneath the stretch of space where he stood.
Yet he did not panic in the slightest. He immediately released his Divine Thought and carefully swept through the Cave Mansion.
After a short while.
He discovered that the aura of life here was very dense, and then, in several separate stone rooms, he found some clues.
They recorded that this place was where Master Fire God and his disciples had cultivated Artifact Refining for a very long time within this naturally formed Cave Mansion.
It was just that, for some unknown reason, it had become so desolate.
It could be seen that Master Fire God had left in extreme haste back then.
He had actually left this Tier Six Dragon’s Fang in front of him here, and it had even been turned into a half-finished product.
Besides that, the terrifying Rakshasa Ghost Form outside still had part of its body wearing his disciple’s garments; from the looks of it, that disciple had also suffered some unforeseen calamity.
Qin Ming gazed at the Erosion Realm Dragon King’s Fang beside the Earth Fire Melting Furnace, his heart greatly stirred.
He immediately wanted to cast a spell to collect it into the Little Spirit Realm.
But just as he was about to make a move.
Whoosh!
In the air ahead, a mass of crimson mystic light suddenly burst forth, dropping down to envelop the spot where he stood.
The surrounding space shuddered violently, as if some formidable Restriction had been triggered.
Qin Ming’s heart tightened; he immediately took out the Nine Heavens Cyan Yuan Marvelous Response True Talisman, ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.
All of a sudden.
His field of vision changed; before he could send himself away, he felt his body sinking rapidly, and when he came back to his senses, he realized he had already been pulled deeper underground.
A few breaths later, he arrived in a dim space directly beneath that enormous furnace.
The space here was extremely vast; Qin Ming found himself within a grand, magnificent hall, and saw that on the stone pillars all around, many twisted, bizarre characters were carved—beyond even his experience to understand.
At the center of the great hall, a dark yellow Earth Lung Yin Fire gushed out like an inexhaustible spring, being guided by the Array Power up into the Refining Cave Mansion above.
The temperature here was also extremely terrifying; if Qin Ming’s physical body were not so immensely strong, he likely would not have been able to endure it.
"Hm? The inscriptions in this hall are actually all Underworld script. Seems this truly has immense ties to the Netherworld ghosts." Qingyang the Old Demon glanced around and analyzed.
Crash!
Just then.
A tremendous commotion stirred Qin Ming’s subconscious vigilance.
He followed the sound, sending out his Divine Thought to probe outside, only to discover that this great hall had slowly shifted, now suspended above a mass of black fog, almost identical to the Nether Ghost Qi controlled by the Rakshasa Ghost Form outside.
The black fog stretched boundlessly, with no end in sight.
But faintly, one could see the silhouette of a colossal dragon-shaped Fierce Beast lurking within, its outline a dark shadow, emanating a terrifying demon might aura, clearly above Tier Five...
That was a Demon Beast comparable to the Void Refining Stage.
The black fog writhed, partially dispersing, revealing a large gray-white dragon head within, which then awakened and opened a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.
"Erosion Realm Dragon King!"
Qin Ming felt his scalp prickle and immediately prepared to teleport away.
But he discovered that this terrifying Erosion Realm Dragon King was shrouded in countless sigils, as if forcibly bound within the black fog by a Great Power of the Spirit Realm using Great Divine Techniques, already unable to move.
He promptly let out a sigh of relief.
’Could that Dragon King’s Fang by the furnace above be from this Erosion Realm Dragon King’s body?’
As he was thinking this.
All of a sudden!
A voice filled with majesty came from deep within the hall: "Those who trespass upon forbidden grounds shall die!!"
This voice boomed like a great bell, brimming with overbearing authority.
Qin Ming’s Heart Spirit shook; he subconsciously raised the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword and slashed backward!
Whoosh!
Bang!
He saw a Fire Qilin wreathed in cyan flames, a hundred zhang tall, spitting a mass of blazing fire at him, with the momentum of burning the heavens and boiling the seas.
It looked just like a True Spirit descending into the world, its aura dignified and awe-inspiring.
However, from the other party’s aura, Qin Ming felt something was off; it lacked that True Spirit Bloodline presence Lan Bing Fairy possessed, and its Cultivation Realm was only at Divinity Transformation Perfection.
Thus he decisively struck back.
The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword flashed with black light and directly cleaved the Fire Qilin in two.
But in the next instant.
The two severed halves of its body re-fused together, returning to their original state.
It seemed Qin Ming’s slash just now had not dealt it any substantive damage.
"Oh? This Demon Sword is quite a rare Great Divine Technique. It actually contains a powerful grievance, and the spiritual materials used are extremely uncommon—no wonder it could break apart this seat’s Fire Spirit Body."
The cyan Fire Qilin spoke human words, a trace of surprise in its tone.
"However, for a mere Divinity Transformation Stage Demonic Cultivator to dare break in here—you can only blame your greed."
The Cyan Fire Qilin finished speaking, then opened its mouth and spat out a dark-cyan Fire Pearl, condensing a Flame Divine Technique that turned into a rain of fire, pouring down to envelop Qin Ming, as if to burn this entire space to ash.
The temperature of the nearby space rose sharply, and even the void itself was roasted into distortion.
"Tier Six Spirit Fire!"
Qin Ming’s brows raised at the sight; he did not dare meet it head-on. He immediately opened his mouth and spat out the Ancient Poison Flame, which turned into a Five-Colored Griffin, spreading its flaming wings and sweeping toward the descending Celestial Fire opposite.