Cultivation Begins with Skill Points

Chapter 551: Chapter 551: Flame Demon

"Five Elements Manifestation, Ten Directions Gang Evil."

Zhong Lin stepped forward, and the Ten Directions Gang Evil appeared above his head, scattering thousands of rainbow lights, immediately blocking the terrifying heat from outside, or to be precise, absorbing it.

The fire element in the ninety-ninth layer Secret Realm was very dense, and Zhong Lin could clearly feel strands of fire element flow from the void into the Ten Directions Gang Evil, strengthening its power.

Splash!

Zhong Lin looked up and saw a Fire Spirit, nearly ten thousand feet tall, standing upon the earth. Its body towered mightily, emanating an overwhelmingly powerful aura. In front of this Fire Spirit, Zhong Lin seemed as small as an ant, akin to a common man who could lift a rock, while the Fire Spirit could lift a mountain.

Rather than calling it a Fire Spirit, it might as well be called a "Flame Demon."

This Flame Demon had already surpassed the realm of Fire Spirits, condensing a true body. Its entire body was very pale, near white, with veins and meridians exposed like struggling flood dragons, each finger nail resembling a mountain peak.

Regarding its two black horns atop its head, when spread out they reached seven to eight hundred feet, spanning the void, trembling slightly.

Zhong Lin could sense that this Flame Demon didn’t have a genuine physical body; apart from the two black horns, the rest of its body was composed entirely of densely concentrated fire elements.

The Flame Demon burned with fierce flames, which appeared not hot but instead had a very cold sensation.

However, Zhong Lin understood that high-temperature flames dissipate energy, while the cold, pale flames around the Flame Demon signify extreme energy containment.

These flames seemed not hot, but upon close contact, anything would be reduced to ashes.

Zhong Lin observed the Flame Demon grimly, feeling its strength far surpassing that of Nirvana Realm Martial Artists.

"Sealing King level strength, Wuhuang is ruthless indeed! Placing such a Flame Demon at the final gate—does he not want anyone to inherit his legacy?"

Zhong Lin’s face turned unsightly, never imagining Wuhuang would place a Flame Demon of Sealing King Expert level at the final gate, a strength even the Heir of Destiny, Gu Chen, couldn’t overcome.

"Roar!"

The Flame Demon roared, swinging its massive body, its arm as thick as an earthly pillar, crashing down toward Zhong Lin.

The explosive airflow whipped Zhong Lin’s clothes, bringing heat akin to a scorching sun crashing down.

The void shook violently, countless chaotic streams in the void fracturing.

Zhong Lin coldly watched the terrifying fist, his body lightly quaked, an immense Spiritual Origin surged from him like a blazing sun, vibrating with a vast Fist Intent, and the Fist Seal exploded forth.

Bang!

The vast sky cracked at this moment, shattering the space of the entire Secret Realm, causing chaotic streams in the void to erupt.

"Roar!"

Another roar sounded, filled with fury, massive crimson fire elements burst, like mountains and seas, staining the sky red.

"What’s all the shouting? Think I can’t handle you?"

With a thought, the Form and Spirit Sect emerged from his brow, silently expanding to become a towering, heavenly gate.

Ten beast heads clamped onto the gate, each fiercely grim, exuding a vague ancient aura.

Confronted with the Flame Demon of Sealing King expert strength, he directly used his strongest means, the Heavenly Destiny Imperial Artifact Form and Spirit Sect.

In moments, the Form and Spirit Sect grew to the size of a mountain, and simultaneously, a vast beam of light shot out from within the gate.

This light seemed birthed for absolute destruction.

In an instant, all the light in the world was eclipsed, leaving everything white as snow.

All creation was silent, the world lost its voice.

The next instant, with the beam’s emergence, a deafening artillery sound erupted, like the explosion of stars.

Rumble!

This loud bang surpassed any sound Zhong Lin had ever heard, instantly shaking the entire ninety-ninth layer Secret Realm.

The earth trembled, the void shook, countless beasts collapsed, the environment shattered.

Even Zhong Lin couldn’t help but momentarily lose focus.

And this was merely the sound, the force, leaving no doubt of the beam’s colossal power.

Bang!

The beam hit the Flame Demon’s body directly, creating rippling waves that exploded like a towering tidal wave, engulfing all directions.

A hundred miles of space was sharply divided into two stark halves.

The void crumbled, earth cracked, four seas boiled, sky tilted, space shattered, chaos void.

For a moment, everything in the world seemed nonexistent; the vast desert between them fractured into countless giant rifts.

The towering Flame Demon collapsed suddenly, dissolving into countless streams of fire, like numerous intersecting missiles in the sky.

It shattered into dust-like fragments within those spreading wave-like ripples.

Zhong Lin trembled as he retracted the Form and Spirit Sect, his face showing deep agony.

The "Primordial Qi Cannon" unleashed by the Form and Spirit Sect was indeed unimaginably powerful, causing the Sealing King level Flame Demon to perish instantly. It’s possible the Flame Demon only possessed the strength of a Sealing King Expert without the respective Domain, but this strike depleted nearly ten percent of the Sect’s internal Primordial Vein reserve.

"Such a loss."

Zhong Lin’s heart bled, especially seeing the Primordial Vein inside the Form and Spirit Sect diminish.

While the "Primordial Qi Cannon" was unquestionably strong, few could afford its cost; a typical Sealing King expert might go bankrupt using it, even with Zhong Lin’s entire Primordial Vein it couldn’t be executed many times.

Nonetheless, the effect was remarkable.

Zhong Lin looked at the portal to the next layer that appeared before him, adjusted his posture, and, suppressing inner excitement, stepped in.

The hundredth layer.

As the space transformed, Zhong Lin’s figure appeared within a grand hall.

The hall wasn’t as large as imagined, relatively narrow, catching his attention with a high throne.

Buzz!

As countless light shadows enveloped him, Zhong Lin’s vision flickered, and under an encompassing thought, a figure in high crown and unusual attire, face hazy, appeared before him.

"Wuhuang?"

Zhong Lin focused slightly, a bit startled.

His gaze flickered, thoughts trembled, speculating the figure’s identity.

Being within the Wuhuang Holy Tower, it couldn’t be anyone other than the already fallen Wuhuang.

Simultaneously, he gained renewed understanding of Imperial Realm experts.