Chapter 154: Inferno of World Destruction

The blazing sun hung at its zenith, its radiant light enveloping the earth, dazzling and piercing, rendering all living beings unable to look directly upon it.

Yet, the Endless Sea of Flames engulfing the towering Mount Buzhou, standing ninety thousand zhang tall, shone even brighter than the sun itself, far more blinding and unbearable to behold.

This was a flame not meant to exist in the mortal realm—a fiery light destined for the apocalypse, the annihilating blaze of the world's end.

All within a hundred thousand li radius of Mount Buzhou transformed into a raging sea of fire.

The sky, clouds, earth, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, and even the spirits of trees and plants—all consumed by the inferno.

Countless lives perished within the endless flames, crying out in agony and despair, struggling helplessly yet unable to escape, only finding release when their souls dispersed into nothingness.

At this moment, Mount Buzhou resembled the very apocalypse of fire, incinerating all creation.

So overwhelming was the infernal force that many formidable cultivators, shaken by the cataclysmic aura, emerged from their secluded abodes and ascended above the clouds.

Gazing upon the fiery world tens of millions of li away, these masters stood dumbfounded, their hearts stirring with shock, fear, dread, and myriad other dark emotions, ultimately succumbing to silence.

Though separated by vast distances, they felt as if they were witnessing the dread power of the fiery apocalypse firsthand, hearing the harrowing cries of countless souls writhing in the blaze.

For those who cultivated the Fire Dao, this apocalyptic inferno would be indelibly etched into their souls, impossible to forget.

The spiritual impact was immense, breeding a deep-seated fear of fire itself within their hearts.

How utterly ironic!

Practitioners of the Fire Dao, one day fearing fire—the very essence of their cultivation—and trembling before this apocalyptic blaze.

Yet, such was the harsh reality.

If these Fire Dao cultivators could overcome their dread of this annihilating fire, their realms would instantly ascend to new heights.

If not, the wisest choice would be to abandon the Fire Dao and seek other paths.

Far beyond the core of the Central Wilderness, in the city of Qilin, the Qilin Emperor sat meditating atop Qilin Cliff.

Suddenly, he sensed a scorching apocalyptic aura and was abruptly roused from his cultivation.

“What a terrifying Fire Dao!” The Qilin Emperor’s nine-colored qilin eyes widened as he gazed toward the distant Mount Buzhou, solemn and filled with concern. “So formidable a power exists in this world!”

Within Qilin City, in the Qilin Hall, Qilin Huo, the venerable elder of the Qilin Clan, bore the heavy responsibility of managing clan affairs during the Emperor’s seclusion.

As a cultivator of the Fire Dao himself, Qilin Huo also sensed the dreadful apocalyptic fire emanating from Mount Buzhou.

Yet, possessing only the Great Perfection realm of Divine Lord, he could not discern the origin of the annihilating flames and could only set aside his crimson brush in frustration, trembling as he sat upon the divine throne.

At that moment, a transmitted voice from the Qilin Emperor reached his ears: “Dispatch the Qilin Celestial Generals swiftly. Send them to Mount Buzhou to investigate which mighty cultivator commands this apocalyptic fire!”

“Apocalyptic fire?” Qilin Huo’s eyes brightened instantly, astonished. “No wonder I felt so unsettled.”

“No wonder the Qilin Celestial Generals must be sent to Mount Buzhou to investigate.”

The Qilin Celestial Generals were elite Divine Lords of the Qilin Clan, their dispatch a measure reserved only for dire emergencies.

Only the Qilin Emperor held authority to mobilize them.

“I wonder who could have cultivated the Fire Dao to such an extent—perhaps not far from the exalted Saint Immortals!” Qilin Huo murmured with envy as he issued commands to deploy the generals.

A peerless cultivator of the Fire Dao on the cusp of sainthood—how could this not stir envy within one who followed the same path?

Yet, when Qilin Huo learned that the apocalyptic sea of flames was actually wrought by Nan Luo, a cultivator of the Water Dao, his expression twisted into one of baffling disbelief.

This cataclysm, unfolding atop Mount Buzhou—the ancestral mountain of myriad wild peaks and backbone of the great Pangu deity—struck at the hearts of all creatures in the vast wilderness.

Even the distant Dragon Clan in the Eastern Wilderness, the Phoenix Clan in the Southern Wilderness, and the Fierce Beast Clan in the Western Wilderness, upon receiving intelligence from the Central Wilderness, dispatched their strongest warriors to investigate.

A peerless cultivator capable of unleashing an apocalyptic sea of fire amid the turbulent and unpredictable ancient wilderness must have their identity, intentions, and ambitions thoroughly uncovered.

The exalted Saint Immortals themselves—Hongjun, Yangmei, Amitabha, Shenni, Qiankun, and Yin-Yang, the six Saint Immortals of the Yang Aspect—immediately turned their gazes to Mount Buzhou, marveling at the unparalleled spectacle of the apocalyptic flames.

Only a Saint Immortal can bring about the end of the world.

This apocalyptic sea of flames bore the aura of a Saint Immortal.

Even the three demonic ancestors secluded in the Yin Aspect Demon Realm, led by Luo Hou, sensed the Saint Immortal-level cataclysm and fixed their attention on Mount Buzhou in the Yang Aspect Spiritual Realm.

Unseen before, now revealed, they were struck with shock.

Amid the astonished gazes of the saints, Nan Luo appeared.

Adorned with a purple-golden crown, clad in purple-golden armor, wearing purple-golden boots, his purple-golden cloak flowing like fire behind him, Nan Luo leapt down from the ninety-thousand-zhang peak of Mount Buzhou.

Within the raging apocalyptic sea of flames, Nan Luo’s visage was cold and handsome; his purple eyes icy and merciless, embodying the very war god of fire.

Descending from the heavens, he hovered midair, untouched by a single flicker of flame, utterly unharmed.

“I am the Divine Emperor—Nan Luo!” With his voice, the strongest since possessing this body, Nan Luo declared.

At his command, the apocalyptic sea of fire within a hundred thousand li of Mount Buzhou seemed to respond, transforming into countless fire dragons that roared and surged into Nan Luo’s saintly body.

A Divine Lord could only become a star; a Saint Immortal could become a universe.

The greatest hallmark of a Saint Immortal is the ability to form one’s own universe.

Having undergone saintification, Nan Luo now possessed a Saint Immortal-grade body and will.

His physical form was a miniature thousand-world cosmos.

The boundless spiritual power of the apocalyptic fire, drawn into Nan Luo’s body, transformed into countless divine power stars—centered around 365 ancient stars—forming 365 galaxies, constructing this miniature thousand-world physical universe.

Likewise, Nan Luo’s Saint Immortal-grade will manifested as a cosmic consciousness.

Within this consciousness universe, countless spiritual stars condensed from his divine awareness, also centered on 365 ancient star-wills, forming 365 spiritual galaxies, composing a miniature thousand-world consciousness cosmos.

Only atop Mount Buzhou—with its countless spiritual veins beneath, pouring forth endless spiritual energy—could Nan Luo so swiftly fill both his physical and spiritual universes.

Had he attempted to absorb the essence of sun and moon, heaven and earth, elsewhere, it would have taken him over a hundred thousand years.

After absorbing all the apocalyptic fire within the hundred-thousand-li radius, the myriad spiritual veins beneath Mount Buzhou erupted with a flood of spiritual energy.

The blackened scars left by the apocalyptic flames upon the mountain’s surface were swiftly cleansed by the boundless spiritual energy.

Mount Buzhou, the towering pillar of heaven and earth rising ninety thousand zhang, gradually became shrouded in mist, brimming with spiritual energy, as if it had never endured the cataclysmic fire.

Within that hundred-thousand-li expanse, all things except for the lives consumed by the flames—sky, clouds, earth, mountains, rivers—were rapidly restored to their former state under the nurturing of the infinite spiritual energy.

Boom!

Nan Luo observed the restoration of Mount Buzhou with cold, merciless purple eyes.

Suddenly, he transformed into a streak of purple-golden divine light, swiftly departing the mountain and soaring toward the heart of the Central Wilderness.

The Saint Immortals, watching the departing purple-golden light, harbored deeply complex emotions, their hearts stirred like turbulent waves.

“Nan Luo has truly saintified?!” they murmured in astonishment.