[Fantasy] Gods and Demons Among Flowers (Complete) - 18

Chapter 88 of the Wind and Cloud Chronicles: The Vulcan Armor

Hall was empty and desolate. Oscar raised his sword in front of him, his eyes scanning the surroundings. This short while felt like an eternity to Oscar. My omnipresence infused the space with an invisible pressure, making him tense as he searched for even the slightest trace of me. A cold wind blew by, its eerie aura causing Oscar's pores to open wide and his hair to stand on end, as if a demon were passing through his body.

Suddenly, my figure appeared silently behind him, as if tearing through the void. Before Oscar could even react, I vanished into thin air. Then, just as Oscar turned in another direction, my figure reappeared behind him. Instead of attacking, I simply stood there quietly, smiling. When he noticed me again, I had vanished once more. This repeated itself endlessly. Even the most composed man would be provoked by my unpredictable movements, let alone someone like Oscar.

Sure enough, Oscar, thoroughly annoyed by my presence, couldn't help but roar, "What kind of bullshit Saint Seiya are you? All you know is hide-and-seek! If you've got the guts, show yourself and let's fight!"

Oscar's shout wasn't meant to get me out; he just wanted to vent his frustration. Unexpectedly, I appeared before him, calmly smiling, "As you wish!"

"Hahaha, looks like you're quite vain. You couldn't resist a word from me!" Oscar scoffed, seeing me unexpectedly appear before him.

"I simply disdain using such techniques to tarnish my status. If I did, you'd be dead a thousand times over!" A sharp glint flashed in my eyes as I sneered.

"You...you're asking for death!" Oscar transformed into a streak of light, lunging at me. Just as he was about to strike, I bent forward, bracing myself with my hands on the ground, dodging his fatal blow. After his attack missed, Austin changed his thrust into a diagonal slash, aiming for my waist and hips. Just as the sword was about to strike my waist, I suddenly swayed my waist outward and lightly kicked upward with the toe of one foot, deflecting his attack. The powerful recoil also made Austin's hand tingle, startling him.

At this moment, one sword had already struck, but the second had not yet been drawn. I was about to leap upwards, and to prevent me from having a chance to retaliate, Austin shouted, "Roar of the Vulcan!" A sword beam more than a foot long immediately rose from the sword, then transformed into a fire arrow that shot towards me. In my haste, I didn't have time to raise my own protective shield. I flicked my finger, and a white-gold sword aura flew from my middle finger, striking the oncoming fire arrow and splitting it in two before heading towards the sword. A crisp "ding" rang out, and Oscar's blood surged, nearly causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Such powerful force!" Oscar thought to himself. After my sword energy cleaved the rocket in two, it actually barely touched the tip of the blade, leading to the scene just now. This undeniably demonstrates my unparalleled mastery of force. He hadn't expected that such a casual strike from me would cause his blood to rush to his head and leave him weak. It seems I cannot be underestimated; the reputation of a Saint Seiya is not to be underestimated.

While he was catching his breath, I landed steadily on the ground. Facing his sneak attack, I calmly smiled and said, "Bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, I'll take them all!"

Being looked down upon like this, especially by a powerful man, Oscar felt immense humiliation. His eyes reddened as he shouted, "Take this 'Roar of the Vulcan'!" A tongue of fire suddenly erupted from where he gripped the hilt of his sword, spinning and spreading forward along the blade to the tip. Oscar, carrying this momentum, attacked my throat with his sword. The scorching heat wave rushed towards me, the suffocatingly hot blade carrying the heat as it thrust towards me, who stood still, smiling. Oscar was pleased with his current offensive, because in his eyes I was already dead. With his current momentum, he could instantly envelop his throat; even if I dodged to the side at top speed, I couldn't withstand my fatal blow. So he smiled, a very happy smile. A legendary Saint was about to die by his hand—what a joyous thing! But his joy was short-lived, because I had blocked his attack with just two fingers—yes, just two fingers. He watched in disbelief as I smiled, and with a look of astonishment, extended my left index and middle fingers, ignoring the scorching heat of the flames, and pinched the fatal point of the sword move—the gap between the swirling flames. In an instant, the flames were severed, and the attack was extinguished.

How could this be? His prized sword move had been broken by just two fingers of this person. Oscar, filled with fear, turned to draw his sword, but the blade was stiff, and he couldn't pull out his beloved weapon. He stared at my handsome face with a devilish smile, as if he had made up his mind, and launched "Roar of the Fire God" again. The surging flames, carrying waves of heat, licked the slightly reddened blade and shrieked as they hurtled towards me, as if to annihilate me.

"The same trick won't work on me! 'Peace of the Water God'!" I smiled slightly and uttered softly. A water-colored liquid flowed from the two fingers holding the sword—the essence of water. The essence danced across the blade, its irregular shape suddenly writhing rapidly, opening a gaping maw to welcome the approaching flames. Without a doubt, under the peace of the water, the roar of fire subsided, obediently entering the maw. The sensation was pleasant; this seemingly slow-paced detail occurred in an instant.

"Why?!" Oscar stared palely at the "Roar of the Water God" in his hand, muttering to himself.

"The renowned magic swordsman of the Hawk Empire can't possibly only have this much skill, can he?" I released my grip on the sword, mockingly.

"No, no, no! I, the chief magic swordsman of the Hawk Empire, will not lose!" Austin, seemingly in a frenzy, swung his "Roar of the Vulcan" and slammed it into the bluestone slab of the hall. The hard slab shattered under his single strike, demonstrating the immense power of his attack.

Having released this demonic energy, Austin's mood calmed considerably, returning to his former tranquility. However, beneath that tranquility, ripples stirred. Even in his strongest state, he couldn't harm the man before him. Did he really have to resort to this forbidden technique? He desperately didn't want to use this move that would injure both himself and the opponent, but how could he not use it? Ah, well, let time destroy all this!

"O Vulcan, wandering in the heavens, with your invincible spirit and immense power, grant your apostle Oske the strength to annihilate the enemy before him!" With his soft chanting, the "Roar of Vulcan" in his hand rose slowly into the air. Then, a deep red flame erupted from the sword's body. As if sensing his presence, a swirling cloud appeared out of thin air on the previously dark roof, from which shot a crimson beam of light, about one meter in diameter. This beam struck the "Roar of Vulcan" vertically. Incredibly, the "Roar of Vulcan" couldn't withstand the immense pressure within the beam and shattered. Fragments scattered from the sword, then were crushed into dust under the immense pressure. Fragments flew out, fragments shattered, and a sharp sword was about to be transformed into something flying within the crimson beam of light. Suddenly, a discordant white light, like a spark, burst forth from the crimson pillar of light, emanating from the shattered sword. As the white light grew brighter, the object within it became increasingly clear. Then, the white light flowed upwards, and as it spread, the object within became even more distinct. It was a streamlined, silver-white armor, with a shimmering light occasionally flashing across its gleaming surface. Even from that distance, I could feel a powerful aura, an aura that didn't belong to the human realm, but rather to the divine realm. I had seen it on someone before. Who was it? After careful recollection, an image suddenly flashed through my mind. Oh, right, it was him. This was the Vulcan Armor Set, but wasn't the armor supposed to be crimson? How had it turned into a gleaming silver?

I can't worry about that now. Queen Aite and the ministers are watching. I need to get rid of them first. I gently escorted them out of the hall. I had just set up a barrier inside the hall, and the crimson pillar of light had vanished. The cloud cave seemed to have never existed, and the ceiling remained unchanged. Only the Vulcan Armor emitted a silvery-white light that illuminated the entire side hall, making it clear that everything was changing.

"Vulcan Armor, retract!" With a soft shout from Oscar, the Vulcan Armor instantly transformed into its components and adhered to Oscar's body. After a flash of silver light, Oscar reappeared before me, looking completely different. First, there was the helmet. Two upward-pointing horns extended from the top, with a silver-white crystal embedded in the forehead. Two similar, equally gleaming silver-white horns extended from the rear of the helmet, though these were not as thick as the ones at the top, roughly the thickness of a little finger. They were uniform, with only the pointed tips curving slightly inwards, gleaming with a dazzling, cold light. Next, looking at the torso, his chest and abdomen were intricately woven with strands of silver wire, and a silver-white crystal was embedded in the center of his chest. It was much larger than the crystal on his forehead, about the size of a fist. Two layers of silver-white crystals, thinner at the back and tapering at the front, covered his shoulders, the protruding double-edged blades gleaming with a flowing, cold light. Behind him, a silver-white cloak, made of crystal, fluttered in the air. Finally, let's talk about his limbs. His elbows and ligaments are covered by wrist guards, with several upward-pointing sharp blades extending from them. His hands are covered by layers of interconnected silver-white crystals. Even with these crystals, his wrists and fingers remain flexible. As for his legs, silver-white crystals cover his feet, extending to his knees. Flexible wrist guards at the knees connect easily to the footplates, maximizing leg flexibility. Several slightly upward-curving, gleaming sharp blades also protrude from his calves.

Wearing the Vulcan suit, Oscar felt light and refreshed, his body surging with an inexhaustible, destructive energy that he felt an irresistible urge to unleash. He roared, his right fist flashing out, a small, silvery-white ball of light shooting from his fist and striking the bluestone slabs of the hall. To his astonishment, the ball of light, like a worm (a creature unique to the Magic Martial Continent), blasted a deep hole into the bluestone slabs within a half-meter radius.

Oscar stared blankly at the mess he had created, his right hand filled with disbelief. He hadn't expected such a casual strike to possess such power; facing him again, he wouldn't be afraid. "Hmph, if I properly utilize the Vulcan Armor's functions, even the Saint Seiya before me will be my defeated foe, and I will surpass the Saint Seiya in power." However, in his joy, he forgot the consequences of this forbidden technique. He had inflicted immense damage on himself; unfortunately, in the end, he couldn't escape destruction.

What would become of the Saint Seiya and this demon swordsman clad in the Vulcan Armor? What would the final outcome be? All of this remained an unknown!

Chapter 89 of the Chronicles of Wind and Cloud (Part 1)

"Hmph, kid, do you dare take one of my attacks now?" Oscar looked smugly at the silver-white armor and shouted defiantly.

"Take one of your attacks? Even a thousand or a hundred attacks wouldn't be a problem!" I replied with a smile. Wearing only a Vulcan armor set, and not even unleashing a tenth of its power, yet so arrogant and domineering. In a moment, I'll see if you can even write the word 'death' properly. I chuckled inwardly.

"Since you say so, then I won't hold back. Take my 'Devouring Light Wave'!" Oscar was overjoyed to hear my quick agreement, secretly gathering energy in his right hand and shouting. Still relying on both hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large granular protrusions closely resemble female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... with a controlled and irresistible sensation! Click to enter.

I saw his right fist, radiating silver-white light, strike out with all his might. A fist-sized beam of light shot towards me, and where the beam passed, space became disordered, slightly collapsing inward—truly a "devouring light wave." However, even so, I could handle this little trick. I saw the tips of my index fingers gleaming with a platinum light. I raised both hands simultaneously, drawing a circle with my left index finger and a square with my right, then joined them together. A strange object, a square within a circle, shimmering with platinum light, appeared before me. I whispered, "Sealed Space, go!" and gently pushed with both hands. The strange object went straight towards the pillar of light. However, before the "Sealed Space" even touched the "devouring light wave," its circular opening suddenly expanded. Once it was large enough to contain the fist-thick light wave, the circle spun around, meeting the oncoming pillar of light. The opening was perfectly aligned with the pillar. The pillar struck the opening, but instead of being pushed aside, it entered a bottomless black hole, devouring all its energy.

Austin stared in astonishment at this imposing, box-like object before him. Unexpectedly, this seemingly insignificant thing had absorbed all of his "devouring light wave." However, even if this thing was miraculous, there must be a limit. He refused to believe that so much energy wouldn't kill it. Thinking this, Austin's chest surged, and an even more powerful force shot out from his right circle. Seemingly sensing the impending danger, the originally dark circular opening flashed with wisps of platinum light. These rays slowly rotated within the opening, forming an invisible vortex that instantly neutralized most of the force, while the rest was completely absorbed by the darkness. Austin angrily stared at the "sealed space" that was constantly devouring his power, knowing that continuing would only lead him into a difficult situation. He opened his right circle, and the powerful force slowly dissipated from his five fingers. When the side hall was riddled with holes, the "devouring light wave" finally stopped surging out. Austin secretly marveled at the immense power of the human realm; even this residual force had deeply shocked him.

The "sealed space," devoid of any light waves to absorb, hung silently in mid-air. The powerful energy that occasionally spilled out had riddled the hall's floor with holes, forcing me to constantly dodge flying stones. Watching the "sealed space" still overflowing with energy, I couldn't help but make a gesture in the air with my right hand. A thin energy shield, as wide as the box itself, appeared before me. Then I softly shouted, "Sealed space, close!" The platinum-colored energy shield quickly adhered to the circular opening from which energy was leaking, connecting tightly with the square opening and preventing further leakage.

Austin looked at the "sealed space" suspended in the air with frustration. He knew he had missed a good opportunity. If he had exerted more force, the "sealed space" would have exploded due to its inability to contain the energy, and the Saint Seiya would have been the one to suffer. He, however, was unharmed thanks to the Vulcan armor. However, the reality wasn't as he imagined. The "sealed space" I created did indeed have limitations, but these limitations were worlds apart from the energy capacity of the light waves he emitted. So why was that energy leaking out? Because this "sealed space" was only a temporary storage space, only able to hold energy for a short time. And because the seal wasn't closed, the wandering energy escaped again. This "sealed space" also had a characteristic: it only absorbed energy, and couldn't stop the energy that escaped again.

With a gentle wave of my right hand, the "sealed space," filled with the energy of the "devouring light waves," slowly shrank and landed in my palm. The surface of the transparent, spherical box was still shimmering with the energy that had just been absorbed. Seeing it bouncing around, it was clear it was unwilling to be confined within, and staying near me at any moment would undoubtedly be a ticking time bomb. I raised my left hand, the golden hand about to press down on his right. Unfortunately, things always happen unexpectedly. My left hand suddenly felt an itch and pain, and the little black figure appeared before me. Before I could react, he opened his huge mouth and swallowed the "sealed space" whole. Afterward, he even exclaimed, "Delicious, delicious, so delicious!" "Delicious my foot! All you ever do is

beg!" I gently tapped his forehead and complained. "

Dad, this stuff is so delicious! Get me some more!" Little Black smacked his lips and pleaded.

"Your old man doesn't have that kind of good stuff. Go ask that bad guy over there!" I pointed towards Oscar and said with a wry smile.

"Okay!" Little Black actually listened to me and teleported to Oscar's side.

When Oscar saw a black dragon appear out of thin air in front of me, and even talking to the Saint Seiya, he felt that this world was becoming a bit absurd. A dragon that could speak human language was unheard of. If he knew that I had two talking dragons on my body, would he have his blood boil and convulse to death?

Putting all that aside, when Oscar saw the little black dragon who had just been talking to him suddenly appear in front of him without warning, he couldn't help but ask in shock, "What are you doing?!"

"Bad uncle, can you give me more of that... what's it called again? The Devouring Light Wave! It tastes amazing!" the little black dragon cried out, blinking its longing eyes.

Oscar was startled, and in an instant, a crazy idea flashed through his mind. His face contorted into a ferocious expression as he shouted, "Okay! I'll give it to you right now!" As he spoke, he reached behind his back with both hands, and then his hands twisted outwards, and a small, diamond-shaped sword that shone with a silvery-white light slashed down at the unsuspecting little black dragon in mid-air. As expected, Little Black was completely unprepared. He was only thinking about tasting the "devouring light wave," never expecting Austin to pull such a move. His not-so-thick body was cleaved in two by the light sword. However, not a drop of blood spilled from the severed dragon body. Instead, a flash of anger appeared in Little Black's eyes, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of dragon saliva the thickness of a thumb, then vanished before Austin's eyes. Dragon saliva from the mouth of the Dragon God was naturally extraordinary. Austin frantically slapped and punched, leaving several deep marks on his Vulcan suit, finally eliminating the saliva. Little Black's two bodies disappeared as well.

Little Black, who had suddenly reappeared before me, swayed his unharmed body and cried to me, "Daddy, Daddy, that bad uncle was so scary! He cut people for no reason!"

"Little Black, don't cry. Ah, Daddy will teach him a lesson for you! You go back first, so Daddy can have a chance to retaliate!" Seeing Little Black's pitiful state, I glared at him and comforted him.

"Mm." Little Black obediently returned to my left arm.

"Hahaha, how come you're alright!" Oscar was initially pleased to have severed the little black dragon, but seeing that it was completely unharmed puzzled him.

"Osker, I respected you as a magic swordsman, which is why I wanted to fight you fairly. Now it seems unnecessary. You despicable villain are not worthy of being my opponent!" I said coldly.

"No poison, no hero. How can I prove my strength if I don't deflate the flames delivered to my doorstep?" Oscar said arrogantly.

"Fine, you want to prove your strength, don't you? I'll see where your arrogance comes from. Sword Qi Soars to the Sky!" I pointed my index finger, and a white-gold light illuminated the entire side hall. From that white-gold light, a two-inch-long sword beam shot out, attacking indiscriminately in the direction Oscar was standing. Facing the sword beam flying towards him, Oscar's eyes revealed a hint of disdain. With this Vulcan Armor, it was impossible for him to die. He slightly turned to the right, raising the strange cloak behind him with his left hand. A series of crisp clanging sounds followed, and the cloak remained intact, while the sword energy I unleashed was completely neutralized by the strange energy emanating from it.

"Interesting. Then take another one of my moves, Sword Explosion to the Nine Heavens!" I raised my left index finger to the sky, and a thick, white-gold beam of light shot into the air and disappeared. Then, a cloud hole suddenly appeared above Oscar, from which flew a swarm of sword beams, still only two inches long, shooting down at Oscar below.

"Easy peasy. You think this little thing can hurt me? Just because you changed direction, you think I'm afraid of you?!" Oscar leaned forward, raising his hands, the cloak covering his entire body, shielding him from the threat from above.

"Oske, sometimes arrogance is a mistake!" I laughed contemptuously. Faced with such an enemy, I didn't want to use both of my moves, because I didn't want him to die so quickly. I wanted to show him the pain of toying with others.

"Haha, you alone? What's going on!" Oscar was horrified to find that the cloak had become unusually heavy, even his feet couldn't support it. He slid his left foot, then his right, and his feet slid into the bluestone slabs as if cutting tofu, finally easing the weight on his body. The cloak still made a "clinking" sound, but the occasional "thumping" sounds added a heavy burden to his mind. It turned out that along with the sword energy I unleashed, there were also many self-destructing sword beams mixed in. When these sword beams were about to approach the cloak, they would automatically explode. The power of the explosions was neither great nor small; a single explosion could be dealt with, but the continuous, crackling explosions, like popping beans, were far beyond what Oscar, who could only use one-tenth of the power of the Vulcan Armor, could withstand. Fine lines gradually appeared on the cloak, and Oscar, beneath it, was in a terrible state. He hadn't expected the self-destructing sword beams to be so powerful. The pressure from the cloak had caused his knees to sink deep into the hard bluestone slab, and the pressure from above made it difficult for blood to accumulate in his chest. With a "whoosh," he spat out four mouthfuls of blood. And that wasn't all. When the last sword beam exploded, Oscar could no longer withstand the surging blood in his chest, and a spurt of blood shot out from his mouth, staining his entire body red, and his eyes dimmed considerably. Now he finally realized the insurmountable gap between himself and the Saints. It was an indescribable bitterness and pain. He was unwilling, truly unwilling. His pride and confidence would not allow him to lose like this. He needed power, power!!!

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from the depths of his heart, saying, "Come, child, let my great Vulcan grant you immense power to destroy the enemy before you!" The voice was like a loving father speaking to his child, full of warmth and tenderness, making one want to rush into his arms and enjoy his love.

"What do I need to gain such power?" Oscar asked in his heart.

"Child, you only need to lend me your body for a moment. After I modify your body, you will possess eternal power!" the voice tempted.

Powerful power! Eternal power! These were what he desperately needed, but reason told him that there was no such thing as a free lunch, and that he wouldn't be granted such power for no reason.

"Child, what are you still hesitating about! Don't you want to possess eternal power and eternal life? Don't you want to tear this person who torments you to pieces? Faced with the threat of death, what reason do you have to refuse?" The devilish voice continued to tempt him.

Reason and desire intertwined in his mind, and his face became uncertain. In the end, desire triumphed over reason. Who wouldn't want to gain eternal power! Who wouldn't want eternal life! As if making up his mind, he replied, "Alright, I agree, but don't take too long."

"Okay, hurry up!" the voice urged. Obscured by desire, Austin didn't notice the abnormality of the voice. The moment he relinquished control of his mind, he realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.

"Before my great Vulcan, you insignificant human are not worth dying for, hahaha!" Vulcan laughed wildly, erasing Austin's mind.

Chapter 90 of the Wind and Cloud Chronicle: The Descent of the Vulcan (Part 2)

Seeing Austin spitting blood after I struck him, his entire body pinned down and unable to move, I smiled and walked towards him, squatted down, and mocked, "Lord Austin, how does it feel to be tortured?" Austin, with his head bowed, did not answer.

My gaze swept over him, trying to study the structure of the Vulcan armor, when suddenly the silver-white armor flashed red. A crimson flame rose from the armor, and a powerful aura emanated from it, spreading outwards. Sensing something amiss, I quickly retreated, observing his transformation from a distance. That destructive aura swept away everything in its path, giving me an indescribable feeling. I sensed someone from another world descending upon Austin, erasing his memories, and taking control of his body. If things went wrong, it could lead to catastrophe for the land. No matter what, I had to stop him immediately.

Then, the crimson flame rising from the armor melted away all the bluestone below Austin's knees—no, it shouldn't be Vulcan's—legs. Then, Vulcan leaped into the air and landed steadily on the ground. The Vulcan armor had turned a deep crimson, and the two silver crystals on its helmet and chest had returned to their crimson hue. The cloak, which had developed fine lines, had been restored to normal after being tempered by fire. Now, Oske's body was possessed by the Vulcan, and when he opened his eyes, his fiery red pupils filled everyone's vision.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this human's body is even worse than that of the humans ten thousand years ago. Originally, I could only exert 50% of my power, but now I can only exert 30%. Add to that the Vulcan armor, and I can only exert 50% at most. Hmm, but the humans here have poor physiques, so it's enough for me to reign supreme in this human realm!" The Vulcan murmured, squeezing the body.

Ten thousand years ago? Could this person before me be the fire-elemental god Pinto, who sacrificed himself in the Three Realms War? I tentatively asked, "May I ask if you are the fire-elemental god Pinto from ten thousand years ago?"

"Hehe, who are you? How do you know about things from ten thousand years ago?" He looked at the tiny human before him in surprise and doubt.

"Your heroic deeds are admired by all three realms—humans, demons, and gods—how could I, a mere youth, be unaware of them!" Faced with the unconscious aura emanating from the Fire God, I was secretly alarmed. Indeed, he was worthy of being the most powerful Fire God ten thousand years ago; this mere pressure was enough to make one feel suffocated and terrified.

"Heh heh, boy, are you trying to fool this old man with empty words? I escaped the Three Realms' conflict ten thousand years ago by sheer luck, but unfortunately, my physical body was destroyed, and my consciousness had to attach itself to this Fire God armor. An old thing that hasn't been seen for ten thousand years, how could anyone know? Speak, what exactly do you want?" The Fire God's eyes darted around, and he chuckled maliciously.

"I simply want you to return to where you came from!" I smiled and said to him.

"What a joke! You think you can get me back into that armor? That's a pipe dream! Do you know how much I've suffered inside that armor over the past ten thousand years? You think you can just dismiss me with a few words? Absolutely not!" The God of Fire was a very proud god, and being asked such a thing by a junior made him lose face. Relying on his superhuman divine power, he utterly disdained the request of a junior. In this realm, he was the ruler, controlling the life and death of all living beings.

"Since you're so persistent, senior, I will do my best to stop you from harming the human realm!" I surged with power, my platinum-gold battle aura swirling around me

, radiating a sharp aura as I challenged the God of Fire. "Young man, you are indeed full of vigor and courage, but without recognizing your opponent's strength, you'll ultimately suffer the consequences." Pinto's aura surged, immediately blocking my platinum-gold battle aura.

“How many years of youth does one have? Wouldn’t it be better to do something earth-shattering while one is young? Perhaps I really can’t defeat you, but as long as I can reseal you, that would be a blessing to the world,” I sighed

. “Indeed, a young man with ambition. It’s just that we are enemies. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be better to drink and chat as equals? It’s a pity that the world has lost another talented person!” Pinto praised.

At this moment, Pinto gently raised his left and right hands, rhythmically clapping them in the air. Each strike produced a crimson fire shadow. Gradually, more and more fire shadows overlapped, and a crimson expanse appeared in the air. A giant crimson hand began to take shape, becoming more and more prominent under the movement of the fire god’s hands, finally completing the last step. The fire god Pinto murmured, “Go, Crimson Fire Giant Palm!”

The fire god immediately used his most proud move, the “Crimson Fire Giant Palm,” determined to eliminate the enemy in one strike. Legend has it that during the war between the Three Realms, the Fire God nearly destroyed one-fifth of the Demon Realm's forces with a single palm strike, causing an uproar throughout the Three Realms. Although the "Crimson Fire Giant Palm" we see today is far inferior to that of yesteryear, the destructive power it contains is enough to raze this area within a ten-mile radius to the ground. Now that we are in this side hall, if this strike were to hit this side hall, the central capital of the Fire Dance Kingdom would likely be destroyed forever.

After considering my options, I shouted, "Pinto, do you have the guts to challenge me to a desolate place?" With that, I immediately teleported away. I wasn't worried that Pinto wouldn't follow, because my provocation and ignorance had greatly offended his divine dignity, leaving him utterly humiliated. If he really didn't come, his reputation would be ruined, and how could he then rule the human realm?

Sure enough, when I teleported to the place where I had landed from the divine realm, Pinto appeared before me. He yelled angrily, "Boy, what do you mean? You suddenly changed your mind!"

"Senior, look at this vast expanse of sea and sky, isn't this the perfect place for our duel?" I smiled slightly at Pinto opposite me.

"Hmm, not bad at all! Boy, you've got a good eye for location, finding such a burial ground!" Vulcan praised me as if I were already dead.

"Whether you can bury this boy here, let's see if you have the power!" I chuckled and said.

"Boy, you remain so calm even in your dying moments, truly a ruthless hero. It's a pity you've fallen into my hands today; you can only fail to live up to the heavens!" The Fire God once again brandished his hands, those fluttering, demonic hands, those streaks of fire—the "Crimson Fire Giant Palm" reappeared before me, only slightly larger than the one I'd seen in the side hall, a full hundred meters long. Those energy palms, solidified like stone pillars, pressed down on my head with immense force. As the "Crimson Fire Giant Palm" drew closer, its scorching heat even seemed to boil the seawater, I remained seemingly unmoved, curled up in mid-air, letting the "Crimson Fire Giant Palm" strike me squarely.

There was no coughing up of blood, no churning of the sea as I'd expected; everything was so calm, as if nothing had happened. But I clearly saw the "Crimson Fire Giant Palm" strike me; why did this unbelievable thing happen?

"Young man, you are indeed resourceful, using stillness to control movement. You actually saw through that illusion with your 'Crimson Fire Giant Palm' earlier. However, this move is real, so be careful!" The hundred-meter-long crimson giant palm, accompanied by a tearing sound, pressed down on me.

Facing the oncoming pressure, I knew that if I didn't use my trump card, this palm strike would be my death. I immediately unleashed my platinum-gold battle aura, and a nearly transparent membrane of light rose in my hand, enveloping me and bearing the pressure from the heavens. Although the "Crimson Fire Giant Palm" didn't actually harm me, I didn't want to be slammed into the sea. I used all my strength to support the "Platinum Transparent Rebound Shield" in my hand, continuously channeling my inner energy into it.

Compared to the gigantic palm print, my transparent protective shield seemed negligible. However, the pressure from the giant palm was largely offset by the constantly rotating shield, leaving only a small portion on me. But as I saw the "Crimson Flame Giant Palm" getting closer and closer to the sea surface, I couldn't help but worry about whether I could survive under these two immense pressures. The constant pressure from the depths of the ocean was no less formidable than the giant palm; it could tear you apart at will until you disappeared before it.

With a deafening roar, the "Crimson Flame Giant Palm" unleashed a torrent of waves that crashed towards the distant coastline. One after another, desolate islands succumbed to the power of the waves, their existence erased. The colossal hand, spanning a radius of a hundred meters, forcefully pushed the seawater down to the seabed. However, with each meter it pressed down, the pressure from the ocean increased. When it reached a depth of a hundred meters, the surrounding pressure rivaled that of the giant hand. The two forces canceled each other out, resulting in a stalemate, and ultimately, they annihilated each other.

After the two forces canceled out, the pressure vanished, and the seawater, which had been completely unmoved by the "Crimson Flame Giant Hand," surged forward like a runaway horse, rushing to fill the sudden void. How magnificent it was to see seawater from a radius of a hundred meters filling that sudden space! Seawater from all directions eagerly vied for this hard-won territory, unaware that a giant whirlpool was slowly forming beneath their unconscious senses. The vortex slowly expanded, its hundred-meter-diameter vent, imbued with a powerful suction force, extending tentacles hundreds of miles long to tear apart and shred anything within its area, stuffing it into its bottomless depths. This tearing force wasn't limited to the sea surface; even the air in the air couldn't withstand it, forming a tornado above the vent, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. The hundred-meter-diameter vent itself was astonishing, but as the tornado's rotation accelerated, the upper opening expanded at an unimaginable speed. This powerful rotational force from nature immediately altered the celestial phenomena; dark clouds began to converge on the vent, and bolts of lightning, carried by the tornado, struck the turbulent sea. Gale-force winds, torrential rain, lightning, and surging seas—just moments before, the sky was clear and blue; now, a chaotic dance of "demons" filled the air. Even the Vulcan, suspended in the sky, had to marvel at the might of nature. Although this whole series of events was caused by his own "Crimson Fire Giant Palm," even he couldn't have imagined that it would cause such a celestial phenomenon. Under the immense pressure of that "Crimson Fire Giant Palm," the omnipresent tearing force of the seawater, and the crushing force of the whirlpool, if I, a human, could still survive, it would truly be a miracle. Without that brat's obstruction, no one would dare to stop him from reigning supreme in the human realm. Thinking of this, the Fire God's body erupted in flames, and he laughed heartily.

Could it be that under the might of nature, I have truly perished?

Chapter 91 of the Wind and Cloud Chronicle: The Fire God Descends (Part 3)

Could it be that under the might of nature, I have truly perished?

But things often defy prediction. A white light seemed to flash across the horizon, followed by a distant voice echoing in the sky: "The—Heavenly—Envoy—Sword!" At this moment, the white light gradually brightened. As the white light drew near, the wary Vulcan was horrified to discover that it was a colossal sword of light, a hundred meters wide and a thousand feet long, emerging from the seabed and slashing towards him like a sharp beam of light. Vulcan was now terrified. His struggle with a mere mortal had somehow drawn out a formidable challenge from the divine realm. Judging by the power of this angelic sword, had he unleashed an ancient monster from the divine realm hundreds of thousands of years ago? In his mind, only such ancient monsters could unleash such a powerful attack.

If the angelic sword was so powerful, could he not only defeat it but also dodge it? However, the sword's ferocity left him no chance to escape. Facing the second crisis of his life, he made a resolute decision—a decision that could destroy him, but also grant him a chance for rebirth. His consciousness withdrew from that physical body and once again possessed the Vulcan armor. As the angel's sword struck, the Vulcan armor disintegrated, scattering in all directions with a speed that even the angel's sword couldn't match. Without the control of his soul, Austin's body was reduced to nothingness under the crushing force of the angel's sword. Moreover, the angel's sword, undeterred, cleaved through the raging tornado in the air before vanishing into thin air.

With the tornado gone, the dark clouds dispersed, the sky returned to its azure hue, the giant whirlpool disappeared, and the sea regained its calm. Was it all over? No, the battle had only just begun.

The sea was calm when suddenly a golden figure emerged from it, hovering in mid-air. In my left hand I held a lightsaber entirely forged from energy. My entire body was covered in golden armor, with strands of golden silk intertwined and concealing my chest and abdomen. The helmet on my head seemed unusual; how to put it? It shouldn't be called a helmet, but rather a headband. A blue crystal was inlaid at the top of the headband, and above the blue crystal, two multicolored feathers fluttered in the gentle sea breeze. Speaking of the origin of these two feathers, I have to be grateful. At that time, I was still very young, and my strength had just reached the level of a God-King. I had heard that at the intersection of the realms of gods and demons, there was a Nine Netherworld Mountain, where a pair of multicolored phoenixes that had lived for hundreds of millions of years resided. The tail feathers on their bodies possessed incredible power, but even gods and demons as powerful as God-Kings dared not run rampant there, because the phoenixes' magical power was beyond their ability to resist. When I arrived, it was precisely during the female phoenix's egg-laying season. The male phoenix was completely focused on caring for her, paying no attention to me, a mere child. As a result, I stole these two colorful tail feathers from the cave where the two phoenixes roosted. It is said that after the two tail feathers were stolen, the male phoenix was furious and went to the Demon Realm to wreak havoc. After destroying most of the Demon Realm, his anger subsided. At that time, the Demon Realm was filled with fear, and no one dared to cause trouble within it, for fear that the angry people would kill them. As for what these two tail feathers actually did, although I do not know, their repeated rescues from danger and the brink of death are enough to prove their power. Of course, that is a story for later, which will be told later.

I flapped my wings and extended my divine sense to search for the Fire God's traces. Although the sky was clear and blue, a few white clouds occasionally drifted by. After splitting my divine sense into several strands, the messages transmitted back from that divine sense told me that energy fluctuations were coming from two large white cloud clusters in the sky, and energy fluctuations were also coming from two nameless islands. In another place, there were even fluctuations of life, and it was moving at all times.

Since you like to hide, I'll play along. I clenched my fists, crossed my arms over my chest, and then my six pairs of broad wings gently enveloped me. As the wings slowly closed, a golden light emanated from them, making it appear as if I were wrapped in gold. The ball of light hovered silently in mid-air. Just when the Vulcan consciousness attached to the armor pieces thought it was safe, a furious roar came from the sky, and suddenly, golden arrows of light shot out from the golden light. These seemingly scattered golden arrows were not random; they flew out in a triangular shape, followed by a thin, long line, and then shot towards the hidden target at a speed exceeding the speed of light. "Bang bang bang!" Continuous explosions came from the two largest white clouds in the sky. After the clouds dissipated, the two pieces of Vulcan armor flew out of the clouds at the same time as the explosions and disappeared into the air. Almost simultaneously, the seemingly weak light arrows appeared to contain immense energy. The two nameless islands were instantly blasted into a shower of rocks under the attack of the light arrows. The islands, spanning ten miles in circumference, vanished from the map in the blink of an eye. The space that appeared out of nowhere was immediately filled with seawater. Perhaps the two parts of the armor disappeared in this blast.

As for the last and most important part—the helmet—it was actually housed on the body of a very fast-swimming spiny fish. Even so, the spiny fish was no match for the speed of the light arrows. Before the spiny fish could dodge, a light arrow had already caught up with its tail and slammed into it. The spiny fish didn't even have time to utter a cry before it was blasted to pieces by the light arrow, revealing the crimson armor. The pursuing light arrows wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass, attacking the fleeing helmet all at once. "Boom boom boom!" The seawater surged, and after a period of calm, the helmet was no longer visible on the seabed.

Although I shattered each component of the Vulcan Armor with my golden arrows, an ominous feeling lingered in my heart. I felt the armor wouldn't simply vanish. Ten thousand years ago, during the Three Realms War, hundreds of demonic experts unleashed their power to attack Vulcan Pinto. While his physical body was annihilated, the Vulcan Armor miraculously broke through their defenses and disappeared before their eyes, demonstrating the extraordinary nature of this divine artifact. Sure enough, a powerful fluctuation rippled through the air, and a ferocious laugh echoed from above me.

"Hahaha, I, Vulcan Pinto, have finally broken free from the artifact's shackles and rebuilt my body! From now on, I, Vulcan Pinto, can roam freely across the Three Realms! Wahahaha!"

"Vulcan, cease your arrogance!" I lightly raised my left hand, my fingers clenching, and a javelin, entirely constructed of golden divine power, appeared in my grasp. With a shout, the javelin transformed into a sharp beam of light and shot towards a corner in the southeast. Some might ask, with no fluctuations in energy here, how could this javelin have shot out of nowhere? Was its calculations flawed?

The answer is that where the javelin was fired, space seemed to become chaotic; the javelin veered off its correct path and flew further away. However, the Vulcan hiding there knew there was no longer any chance to hide. What would you do if you faced someone who knew your evasive tactics? So he simply revealed himself. Pinto was no longer the frail figure he once was. Standing over two meters tall, with a full beard, his eyes gleamed with a piercing light. His forehead was broad, and his thick eyebrows added to his imposing physique. His explosive muscles made his presence undeniable.

"As expected of a twelve-winged holy angel, your divine sense is far beyond what ordinary people can match. Even when I completely concealed my aura, you still detected me," Pinto's rough voice carried a hint of swagger.

"Vulcan, why are you doing this? Now that you've returned to your original form, you should be reporting to the Divine Palace!" I appeared before him in an instant and said.

"The Divine Palace? Those pampered birdmen? Hahaha, if it weren't for that God-King's jealousy and ingratitude, I wouldn't be in this state today!" Upon hearing me mention "the Divine Palace," Pinto's face showed a pained expression, and he sneered.

"Didn't you sacrifice yourself single-handedly against the demon gods during the demon realm's attack? Your heroic deeds were known throughout the three realms back then!" I asked suspiciously.

"Heroic? Just one act of heroism cost me my life, Jones (the God-King of the Upper Realm), you certainly have a good plan, a clever scheme to kill two birds with one stone!" Pinto laughed bitterly.

"Do you have some unspeakable hardship?" I asked tentatively.

"Back then, I was hailed as the most powerful god in the divine realm, naturally attracting the most envy. Even the God King, envious of my prestige, feared I would usurp the throne. Just then, the war between the three realms began, and his first thought was to send me to the front lines. Facing the powerful demon army, I did not retreat. But what pained me was that the God King, knowing the perilous situation at the front, did not send a single soldier, leaving me and three thousand followers to resist that million-strong demon army. My children were all incredibly brave, but even the strongest can be overwhelmed. In the end, they all heroically sacrificed themselves, leaving me alone to resist the demon army's attack. I hate it so much, I hate it so much! So I must avenge this!" A mournful howl echoed through the air, and two streams of bloody tears slid down his face.

Hearing this story, I also felt deeply saddened. Now I finally understood the reasons why my father and mother had both abandoned the gods and demons. The divine realm is not as wonderful as the people of the human world imagine. It is just as full of intrigue and deceit, no less so than the officialdom of the human world.

"Alas," I sighed, looking up at the sky.

Chapter 92 of the Wind and Cloud Chapter: The Descent of the God of Fire (Part 4)

After hearing my sigh, Pinto finally noticed that the young man in front of him, known as the "Twelve-Winged Holy Angel," was his opponent. He had heard of the power of the legendary "Twelve-Winged Angel," who was no less powerful than the God King. Facing such an opponent, it was best to find out his identity first.

"Who exactly are you? Don't you know that the divine realm does not allow angels to stay in the human world?" The God of Fire returned to his normal state and shouted. He first made me lose the argument with his aura, defeating me without even trying. Brilliant, brilliant! It's just a pity he asked the wrong person.

"The divine realm? The divine realm has no jurisdiction over me. I roam freely between heaven and earth!" I murmured, my hands behind my back, looking up at the distant sky.

Hearing that I wasn't from the divine realm, the Vulcan felt slightly relieved, but he still couldn't help asking, "Since you're not from the divine realm, why are you hindering my actions?"

"Although I'm not from the divine realm, I can't bear to let you rub salt into the wounds of humanity!" I said, a glint of light in my eyes.

"Can't you give me a chance for revenge?" Pinto frowned.

"The people of humanity are innocent!" That was all I said; I believed the intelligent Pinto would understand its meaning.

"You—" Pinto's expression changed, then he laughed wildly, "Do you think everything is up to you? Although you are a twelve-winged holy angel, it doesn't mean I'm afraid of you!" Ever since he was freed from the Vulcan armor, he had been single-mindedly seeking revenge against the God King, unaware that he was now on the verge of demonic possession.

"Why bother? Being too persistent becomes a sin!" I shared my insights with him.

"Persistence? I'm not persistent!" Pinto retorted, then angrily added, "After all this nonsense with a junior like you, let's get down to business!"

With that, a burst of flame erupted from Pinto's body, and as if in response, the Vulcan armor that had vanished from my sight reappeared before me. Unlike the armor he wore when controlling Oske, six pairs of wings, each about two meters long, also extended from his cloak. These wings were entirely crimson, surrounded by streaks of crimson flame. Vulcan's

hands glowed red as he flicked the two curved spikes at the end of his helmet, then they merged together on the glowing red spikes, forming strangely shaped objects before me. He gave a soft shout: "Go, Crimson Fire Boomerang!" The boomerang spun in his outstretched hand, and with a flick of his right hand, it transformed into a thin ball of red light, shooting towards me at the speed of light.

Facing the sudden boomerang attack, I didn't take it seriously; with a quick movement, it vanished. But when I saw the half-smiling look on Vulcan's face, I had a bad feeling. Sure enough, I heard a whooshing sound behind my head, and the dangerous aura made me react instinctively. Although I narrowly avoided the boomerang's "sneak attack," the fact that a few strands of hair were cut and burned still gave me a fright; I was almost beheaded. The whooshing sound came from behind again; the boomerang was relentlessly pursuing me. But this time, I was on guard. Just as the boomerang was about to reach me, I suddenly turned around, and a golden light emanated from my left index finger, striking the boomerang precisely. With a series of "clangs," the boomerang was finally knocked back to its original shape, returning to its original position.

"A twelve-winged holy angel can't even handle such a small trick? He's unworthy of his title!" A flame flickered on Vulcan's index finger as he scoffed.

"Heh, even humans have their moments of carelessness, and gods are no exception!" Attributing everything to fate seemed like a cover-up.

"In a duel between two masters, the slightest carelessness can lead to defeat! Don't you know that?" Vulcan said calmly.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I've learned a lot." I seemed to understand Vulcan's words and quickly replied respectfully.

"Very well, are we enemies or friends? Neither are we enemies nor friends. Even I can't say for sure what our relationship is!" Vulcan said, his eyes flashing with a mixture of clarity and confusion.

"Perhaps, but our battle must continue. An eye for an eye, so take my move, Golden Primordial Slash!" My left hand gleamed gold, fingers clenched tightly. With a swing of my left hand, a massive golden blade tore through the air, slashing towards the Fire God. "Boom!" The Golden Primordial Slash missed the Fire God, but it still created a giant wave on the sea.

"Crimson Thunder!" The Fire God clenched his fists, their blades glowing crimson, and raised them upwards, then suddenly swung them outwards, sending a ball of crimson light flying towards me.

"Well done!" I thought to myself, facing the roaring divine fire. My wings curved forward, perfectly enveloping my body. The divine fire, as if possessed by a spirit, transformed into a bolt of lightning and pierced the gap between my wings. Fortunately, I was prepared, having erected a powerful barrier there. The "Crimson Thunderbolt" attacked for a long time, but without achieving a good result. However, it didn't give up, relentlessly circling my body, trying to find an opportunity, an opportunity to defeat me. From a distance, it appeared as if I were being forged in a ball of divine fire.

"Spatial Bomb!" The space around me, surrounded by the divine fire, rippled and bulged irregularly. Then, as if expanding, the space exploded with a "boom!" The divine fire, unable to withstand such a powerful explosion, disintegrated into sparks and vanished into the air.

"Good technique! Take another 'Crimson Space'!" Centered on the Fire God, the crimson flames on his body spread outwards at a speed imperceptible to the human eye. Soon, the entire sky turned crimson red. The sea and islands disappeared; only the Fire God and I remained.

"Hmm, isn't this the 'Crimson Space'? Why hasn't it launched an attack yet? Space, space, oh no, I've been tricked!" I quickly realized the anomaly. The Vulcan was exceptionally clever; no wonder he managed to escape from the encirclement of a hundred demon realm experts. He used his attack moves to deceive and confuse me. While I was focused on preventing his attacks, I forgot about the changes around me, giving him an opening.

"Hahaha, welcome to my 'Crimson Space'! Here, I am the master of this world, the god of this world!" The Vulcan laughed loudly.

"Don't be so arrogant, Vulcan! Don't even mention this 'Crimson Space,' even that orange space, that purple space, I'll still conquer it!" I took the opportunity to pour cold water on the Vulcan's arrogance.

"Heh, you brat, in this space your power will be reduced to eighty percent of your original strength, while I will be able to unleash one hundred percent of my power. You'd better give up on this unequal battle!" The Vulcan completely ignored my cold water, instead using the opportunity to undermine my morale.

"Why don't you try and see? Lightning crackles!" I gently pulled my hands outwards, two arcs of electricity flashing across my palms. Then I slammed my hands together, and the tightly bound lightning, unable to withstand the pressure, shot outwards in all directions. But the lightning bolts, originally as thick as a child's arm, were now only the size of earthworms. How much harm could they possibly do to Vulcan? They were probably just a tickle to him.

"I told you that in my world, your strength would decrease by two or three tenths. You still have such confidence; I have to admire your youthful fearlessness!" Vulcan, completely unconcerned about the lightning striking him, casually praised me.

"Is that true? Then let me experience your close-combat abilities!" A white light flashed in my hand, and a three-foot-long white lightsaber appeared. Then I transformed into a streak of white light and pounced on Vulcan. Seeing that I had launched an attack while we were talking, the Vulcan was initially flustered, but he quickly regained his footing and calmly drew his personal weapon—the Divine Fire Halberd—to defend against my increasingly powerful attacks. The clanging of sword and halberd echoed like metal clashing. I unleashed a fierce attack, but my energy sword was no match for a divine weapon of the Divine Fire Halberd's caliber, and it shattered into pieces upon my final blow.

The Vulcan seemed to be enraged by my attack, letting out a long roar. His Divine Fire Halberd emitted a dazzling divine light, transforming into a bolt of lightning that slashed towards me. At this point, I had no weapon left to use, and my dimensional space had vanished after I entered the Vulcan's space. There was no time for hesitation. Facing his powerful attack, I steeled myself, and a golden shield formed in my left hand, timely blocking the Vulcan's fatal blow from the Divine Fire Halberd. But how could I, with my hastily placed round shield, possibly withstand Vulcan's attack? The halberd quickly pierced my left shield and slashed down towards my chest. However, with a clang, the round shield on my right fist blocked the attack. Vulcan was furious; his repeated double strikes had been blocked by my strange round shield. Enraged, he roared, and his divine fire halberd erupted in flames as it hurtled towards me. Almost simultaneously, as I sensed the second round shield about to shatter, a golden aura surged from my body, and my twelve pairs of golden wings enveloped me, desperately resisting Vulcan's attack.

I only felt the wings above my head turn golden inwards—Vulcan's attack had arrived—but then the wings seemed to spring outwards, and with a "bang," all sound ceased. Curious, I opened my wings and saw Vulcan lying on the "ground," a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, his divine fire halberd lying discarded beside him.

What happened? He was perfectly fine, yet now he looked like he was seriously injured, while I was completely unharmed.

"The twelve-winged angel is indeed extraordinary, but defeating me like this is still a bit difficult!" Vulcan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

What made Vulcan so confident in defeating me? Was it just the confinement of that crimson space?

Chapter 93 of the Wind and Cloud Chronicle: The Descent of Vulcan (Part 5)

"The twelve-winged holy angel is indeed extraordinary, but defeating me like this is still a bit difficult!" Vulcan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

"Dealing with you is enough." Still shaken by Vulcan's attack, and sensing the unusual nature of my twelve pairs of wings, I spoke with a touch of confidence.

"Hahaha, so you think you're invincible just because you have twelve golden wings? Behold my seventh pair of fire wings!" The God of Fire murmured something, and scorching flames rose from his back. Then, as if possessing a spirit, the flames slowly converged inwards, and gradually, a pair of fire wings, entirely composed of divine fire, unfolded, sending a wave of scorching heat rushing towards me.

Sensing the immense power of these seventh pair of fire wings, far surpassing the other six pairs, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Fourteen-winged Fire Angel!"

"Hehe, I'm no longer an angel. Hiding in this armor for ten thousand years has finally allowed me to cultivate my seventh pair of fire wings. Now, with them, I no longer need to fear the God King of the God Realm! Hahaha!" The God of Fire laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

What does a fourteen-winged angel represent? As a fourteen-winged angel, it is vastly different from a twelve-winged angel. There is an insurmountable chasm between them. It can be said that fourteen wings is a hurdle for twelve wings, a very difficult hurdle to overcome. Once you cross this hurdle, you will find that the world changes in your eyes. This is similar to the situation of a six-winged angel advancing to a twelve-winged angel, only at a lower level.

"As the first god to see fourteen wings, I will show you the power of the seventh pair of fire wings! Fire Wings Unleash Their Might!" The seventh pair of fire wings behind him seemed to take flight, and the higher they went, the larger the pair of fire wings grew, gradually forming a firebird. With a clear phoenix cry, the king of fire pounced on me. Although I had never witnessed the power of the King of Fire, I had long heard of it, especially after experiencing the theft of the five-colored phoenix tail feathers. Therefore, I dared not be careless. The golden light rose from my body once more, and my twelve pairs of wings enveloped me again.

This time, the feeling was completely different from before. As the phoenix approached me, its crimson flames gradually transformed into leaping white flames, completely enveloping me. Feeling an unusual burning sensation, I was secretly alarmed. I had never seen this kind of fire before, but from my perception, these white flames seemed to surpass the divine fire released by the Fire God earlier. Sure enough, I felt a slight burning sensation on my twelve pairs of golden wings. Then, I was horrified to see that the white flames were actually scorching my feathers! These golden feathers, which even divine artifacts could not destroy, were being burned to ashes without any resistance under the white flames. Although my golden feathers can regenerate at any time, no one wants them to be burned and regenerated repeatedly, yet I was helpless to get rid of them. I tried to use my golden divine energy to drive them away, but it was powerless against the white flames. Soon, the white flames intensified, scorching all the feathers on my body. If this continued, I might be burned alive by those white flames. At this moment, I could no longer withstand the burning of the white flames; the divine power within my body was quietly flowing outwards. Before long, I would die from exhaustion. However, at that moment, something unexpected happened.

The God of Fire watched triumphantly as the Heavenly Flame enveloped and scorched me. Before long, I, the twelve-winged holy angel, would perish within its flames, becoming its first sacrifice. The story of the Heavenly Flame was purely coincidental. Ten thousand years ago, during the Three Realms' conflict, his escape through the human realm triggered the supreme and yang Heavenly Flame. At that time, he was severely injured, his physical body destroyed, and his consciousness significantly damaged. Therefore, encountering this Heavenly Flame caused him immense suffering; the burning of his consciousness made him wish he were dead. Fortunately, he possessed a natural fire attribute, and the Heavenly Flame, attracted by his fire element, was subdued by him. Moreover, he discovered that this Heavenly Flame was even more powerful than his own divine fire, which gave him a sense of... Xing. However, his physical body was destroyed, and the restoration of his consciousness caused him to slumber for ten thousand years. My battle with Oske finally awakened the God of Fire from his slumber. Perhaps some might ask, since the God of Fire controlled the Heavenly Fire, why didn't he just burn me to ashes? But have readers considered that the release of this Heavenly Fire requires a trigger, and the seventh pair of wings is that trigger? The reason I was able to be trapped this time was because I was unaware of the Heavenly Fire, which led to my predicament.

Just as the God of Fire was feeling triumphant, another change occurred. The two tail feathers stuck in my headband seemed to come alive in the white flames, scattering a large amount of multicolored light. The white flames seemed to sense the danger as well, and while the multicolored tail feathers were still shining, they urged their entire body of white flames to attack the tail feathers. Caught off guard, the five-colored tail feathers were immediately suppressed, but as the most powerful divine beast in the Three Realms, the five-colored phoenix's tail feathers were not so easily defeated by the white flames. The tail feathers were enveloped in auspicious five-colored light, and then a wisp of five-pointed star light quietly emerged, encircling the attacking white flames from behind. The white flames seemed unaware of the tail feathers' subtle movements. Encouraged by this, the wisps of five-pointed star light slowly surrounded the attacking white flames. By the time the white flames realized the danger, they were already trapped within the encirclement of the five-pointed star light. Even a cornered beast will make a desperate attack, and the white flames also made a suicidal move, their flames surging as they crashed into the encirclement formed by the five-pointed star light. However, compared to the anxious white flames, the five-pointed star light remained calm and unhurried, extending several five-pointed stars. The silk threads coiled around the oncoming white flames. Facing the supreme and yang Heavenly Yi Fire, the five-pointed threads unharmed it, annihilating it within the encirclement. The final outcome was that the Heavenly Yi Fire was no match for the five-colored tail feathers, demonstrating the immense power of the two five-colored phoenixes; even the twelve-winged holy angels were no match for them.

After dealing with the Heavenly Yi Fire, the two five-colored tail feathers danced joyfully around me. As they passed over my burns, they flashed a five-colored light, illuminating the affected area. The regrown feathers were no longer golden, but multicolored like the tail feathers. While not as powerful as the tail feathers, they were now invincible against the Heavenly Yi Fire.

"Thank you!" Sensing the sentience of the two tail feathers, I sincerely thanked them.

As if understanding, the two tail feathers circled me once, then flashed with five-colored light, returning to the headband.

Upon witnessing this miraculous scene, the Fire God exclaimed excitedly, "Five-colored tail feathers! It's actually five-colored tail feathers!" The Fire God had long heard of the five-colored tail feathers. Possessing the fire attribute, he had wanted to obtain a tail feather from the Five-Colored Phoenix ten thousand years ago, as it would greatly benefit him as a fire-attribute deity. However, after witnessing the Five-Colored Phoenix's powerful and terrifying strength, he dared not even dream of obtaining the tail feathers again. Unexpectedly, ten thousand years later, he actually saw five-colored tail feathers, and two of them at that! Who was this mysterious youth standing before him? He had even obtained the tail feathers of the Five-Colored Phoenix, which even the God-King dared not confront. Was he hiding his strength from me?

Seeing the Fire God's excited expression, I couldn't help but ask curiously, "You recognize it too?"

"The wonder of the five-colored tail feathers is something that even we deities greatly desire. Today, I've finally seen it with my own eyes," the Fire God said, looking at me with envy.

"Oh, is it that miraculous?" I said calmly.

"Young brother, could you show me that five-colored tail feather in your hand?" the Vulcan asked, looking at me with a questioning gaze.

Seeing the slightly pleading yet sincere look in his eyes, my heart softened, and I gently plucked a tail feather from my head and offered it to him. At this moment, Pinto was no longer the imposing figure he had been before. His face was flushed with excitement as he reached out a trembling hand to take the five-colored tail feather from me. He had lost all desire for power and revenge; a peaceful aura shone on his face as if he were cradling a child, enjoying the magical aura the five-colored tail feather brought him. Suddenly, the five-colored tail feather burst forth with multicolored light, enveloping the Vulcan entirely. The light was less sharp and more serene. When the light faded, the Vulcan reappeared before me.

However, I noticed that the Vulcan had changed—not in appearance, but in a way that was difficult to describe. If he was once tyrannical and demonic, now he is a peaceful and compassionate god, a god whose heart has been cleansed of its impurities, a god who has undergone a spiritual purification.

"Young brother, thank you for the five-colored tail feather. For ten thousand years, I have walked a path of suffering, my heart filled with discontent, anger, and resentment. I constantly think of revenge, and my divine heart almost succumbed to demonic influence. Today, I saw a new self in the five-colored tail feather, striving upwards, not seeking power. I have understood. From this day forward, the former fire god is dead; I am a nameless man!" The fire god said to me, tears streaming down his face.

"Senior, you have finally come to your senses!" I was overjoyed that the fire god had awakened in time.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is nearing dusk. This old tree of mine has reached the day of returning to its roots," the fire god sighed.

"But I always have a feeling in my heart that you are not as simple as I imagined. You did not show your full strength in this competition!" the fire god said suspiciously.

"Uh, well, I really didn't show my full strength!" I stammered, finally admitting it.

Vulcan stared intently at me, his sharp gaze making me uneasy. Just as I shifted nervously, he spoke, "Would you mind letting me see your true strength?" He knew this question was abrupt; demanding someone reveal their full power was hard to accept.

Should I agree to such a sudden request? And what would become of Vulcan afterward? This was yet another unsolved mystery.

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