“My domain! My Golden Crow bloodline!”
Qi Jiaoyang let out frenzied cries in the middle of his shattered domain.
Drops of golden blood rolled down from the corners of his eyes, but quickly burned away.
A suit of golden armor that seemed to have a subtle connection to his bloodline suddenly formed over Qi Jiaoyang’s exposed upper body.
With his domain shattered, his cultivation base slumped to the Soul realm. However, by relying on his powerful bloodline and exceptionally tough body, he had managed to pull himself from his domain.
SHEW!
Just as his domain was about to vanish, it condensed into a streak of flames that disappeared into his dantian region.
Immediately afterwards, he retreated to the Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation with Wu Zhuri.
“Let’s go!” All of the Saint and Void domain elders of the Primal Yang Sect also hurried back into the grand spell formation with strong fear of the flame spark.
FZZZ! FZZZ!
All sorts of fiery spells, magical symbols, and imprints separated themselves from the maroon palace walls and floors and rose into the sky like colorful butterflies.
In moments, glorious miniature spell formations, magical symbols, and imprints filled the air over the headquarters of the Primal Yang Sect.
The full might of the Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation was brought out!
Bewildered, Yin Xingtian looked blankly at the fireball that had expanded from the flame spark. “Qi Jiaoyang lost… And it happened a bit too fast, didn’t it?”
It looked like an eighth sun now hung in the sky of the Realm of Red Sun!
Every wisp of flame in it carried an aura so extremely mighty that it could burn everything in this starry river, including realms, to ashes!
CRACK! CRACK!
The remains of the perished Saint domain Primal Yang Sect elder’s domain were still being burned by the fireball, although his body and soul had already been burned away, not leaving the slightest sign of him ever existing.
Many Qi warriors that had close connections to the Primal Yang Sect had come from other realms to support them. However, upon witnessing Qi Jiaoyang’s domain be burned by a mysterious fireball released by Nie Tian, they cowered behind the grand spell formation and started to think about retreating.
“That was a Saint domain expert!”
“I can’t believe Qi Jiaoyang actually lost!”
“How is the seventh Son of the Stars of the Ancient Fragmentary Star Palace so terrifyingly strong? Fang Yuan ranks before him, but compared to him, he seems like a complete loser!”
“What do we do? What do we do now?”
Mo Qianfan looked down at the magical symbols, spell formations, and fierce flames that were floating within the fully-activated grand spell formation, and said, “Nie Tian, this grand spell formation is like a gigantic turtle shell. I’m afraid it’s gonna be difficult to break. Even I don’t think I can break it within a short time.”
At this point, Nie Tian and the members of the Heavenly Thunder Sect and Mo Clan were the only ones still floating over the grand spell formation.
Other than them, there was only the giant fireball that was still absorbing residual flame power from the Saint domain elder’s destroyed domain.
FIZZ! FIZZ!
Strange sounds kept coming from within the huge fireball.
Without responding to Mo Qianfan, Nie Tian blurred into action and arrived by the fireball in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, after losing its target, the flame dragon-form Flame Dragon Armor rapidly shrank and morphed back into its original form as a suit of armor.
Then, it flew back to Nie Tian.
With a complicated look on his face, Nie Tian reached out and grabbed it. With his soul awareness, he asked, “When did you finish your resurrection?”
A clear voice entered his mind. “I’ve only reforged my bones recently.”
It was the Flame Dragon Armor’s soul: the soul of an actual flame dragon!
“Let’s find another time to talk about your resurrection.” With these words, Nie Tian fixed his eyes on the jumping flame spark at the heart of the large fireball that had now devoured every bit of the Saint domain expert’s fire domain. “The grand spell formation below is called the Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation. It’s a mighty spell formation, but once it’s broken…”
That was when a feeling struck him that the flame spark that had lain dormant in his flame power core for years had changed as well.
It might be the infusion of his Blood Essence, the large amount of flame power it had devoured, or something he didn’t know about. In any case, the flame spark gave him a feeling that it was more and more similar to the Divine Flame that had destroyed the Domain of Flame’s End.
WHOOSH!
Before he could finish this thought, the flame spark plummeted towards the Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation, controlling the large fireball from within.
Countless magical symbols, imprints, and miniature fiery spell formations, along with earthflame and sunflame, flooded the giant fireball.
As that happened, a huge ring spread out horizontally like a water ripple with the fireball at the center.
BANG BANG BANG!
The majestic palaces enveloped in the Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation that had existed for who knew how many years started to shake violently.
Many mysterious lines that carried the profound law of flames and had been carved into the palace walls by that God domain patriarch of the Primal Yang Sect with his own hands snapped.
It was as if an invisible hand was breaking them with ruthless yanks.
“My goodness!” Mo Qianfan, who had just entered the early God domain recently and come to a shallow understanding of the power at the God domain, exclaimed in astonishment.
He could see more of what was happening than anyone.
He also knew that the mysterious fiery lines that had been carved in the stone walls of those Primal Yang Sect palaces to form the grand spell formation carried that Primal Yang Sect patriarch’s lifetime understanding of flame power.
The law of flames infused by God domain experts represented an ultimate form of flame power, which was almost impossible to obliterate.
Only those whose understanding of flame power was even more profound would be able to snap or wipe them out.
After the fireball slammed into the hemispherical ward of the Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation and clashed with the large number of fiery symbols, imprints, and spell formations carved into the palace walls by that God domain expert, those embodiments of magical law left by that God domain expert actually snapped!
What did this mean?
It meant that the flame spark released by Nie Tian far exceeded that God domain patriarch of the Primal Yang Sect in terms of their understandings of the ultimate flame power.
They couldn’t even be mentioned in the same breath.
Perhaps only a late God domain expert, who was well-versed in flame power, would be able to break or obliterate that early God domain Primal Yang Sect patriarch’s understanding of flame power with his own.
However, a spark of flame did it!
Mo Qianfan, who had just entered the early God domain, was completely dumbstruck as he looked blankly at the jumping flame spark.
However, he soon came to realize that the so-called Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.
RUMBLE!
As he had expected, many towering palaces of the Primal Yang Sect started to wobble due to the destruction of the carvings on their walls that carried the secret laws of flame power.
“Without the protection of their grand spell formation, how could the Primal Yang Sect win by relying on their own strength?” Rubbing his chin, Li Wanfa took a quick glance at Nie Tian before looking into the starry river. He discovered that the Heavenly Thunder Sect and the Mo Clan starships were also at an advantage in their battle against the Primal Yang Sect starships. Several badly damaged Primal Yang Sect starships were actually plummeting.
He realized that the Primal Yang Sect was finished.
Nie Tian turned to Mo Qianfan and said, “Once the grand spell formation falls, the Primal Yang Sect elders and disciples may choose to surrender. Those who refuse to surrender shall be put to death.”
Mo Qianfan nodded, along with all of the Heavenly Thunder Sect and Mo Clan members.
Then, Nie Tian looked down at the Primal Yang Sect disciples and members of other local forces in the Domain of Primal Yang that were enveloped in the grand spell formation, and reiterated, “Surrender, or die!”
Hearing this, the large number of Qi warriors from across the Domain of Primal Yang burst into a great clamor.
All of them had noticed that the Primal Yang Heavenly Grand Formation, which the Primal Yang Sect had viewed as their lifeblood, wasn’t as impregnable as the Primal Yang Sect had promised under the huge fireball’s bombardment.
From the look of it, the grand spell formation would break soon.
Once that happened, should they stand with the Primal Yang Sect and fight to the death, or kneel and yield?
All of them grew hesitant. Their eyes wandered about as they weighed their choices.
At this moment of peril, the sectmaster of the Primal Yang Sect took out a rhino horn and cried out into its open end, “Pang Chicheng! If you don’t show up now, I’ll take back all of the promises we made before!”
Nie Tian’s expression flickered. “Pang Chicheng?!”
The Flame Dragon Armor burst into flames upon hearing this name, as if this name also made it uneasy.
