Chapter 106: Take My Eyes With You

Blazing flames roared through the deep valley.

The pale miasma and the gray-green toxic gases were swept away in an instant by the surging waves of fire, whose core temperature soared to six thousand degrees.

Even the outer flames where the fire dragon had passed reached temperatures of two to three thousand degrees. With just a gentle lick of the fire’s tongue, the once-moist swamp mud cracked into desolation, resembling fields ravaged by a years-long drought.

The moisture in the soil and air was instantly vaporized into thick steam, filling the space once occupied by the miasma and toxins. The valley floor had transformed entirely into a sauna chamber.

Due to the fierce combustion, the oxygen in the valley air was entirely depleted. Any ordinary person stepping into this zone would suffocate immediately, perishing in less than a minute.

Even Yang Luo, whose body had already ascended to the transcendent realm, still required basic life necessities—and so he felt a brief dizziness, his vision blurred and hazy.

—but it was nothing serious.

A cold, ruthless smile spread across Yang Luo’s lips.

Because the moment the flame touched Lin Heng’s sternum, the inner flame at six thousand degrees instantly vaporized the bony shackles that had bound his arm like thorny chains. A sound like plasma explosions erupted.

Then, Lin Heng’s entire body was engulfed by the fire dragon’s blaze. His upper body crumbled like a sandcastle amid the flames, while his lower half gradually vanished into the sea of fire.

Thus, within this fiery wave at the valley’s bottom, only Yang Luo remained.

Flames blazed.

The sound of explosions rang in his ears.

This was a kingdom of fire where he alone existed.

In this, Yang Luo felt unshakable peace.

…At last, he had ended the life of that stern and tedious man.

He was the last transcendent being left in this country.

This was exactly what he had been yearning for since hearing of Lin Heng’s return.

—Wasn’t it?

Having multiple transcendent beings within one nation was simply too crowded.

Indeed, in this world, Yang Luo felt no other transcendent should exist besides himself.

There can be no second sun in the sky.

Only one transcendent should exist among mankind.

Only one sovereign should command the people’s kneeled submission.

“…That sovereign is me.”

Yang Luo spread his arms wide, his face calm and regal, radiating the pride of a monarch.

What mattered if the “Yanshen Palace Master” had chosen other transcendents? What if there were transcendents in other nations?

…He was the protagonist chosen by fate. On this unprecedented stage, he would crush every other existence besides himself, climbing to the pinnacle and standing face to face with the divine.

A profound sense of fulfillment and joy filled him.

“Spiritual Transformation” continuously gestated deep within his mind.

—That was the next realm of possibility.

After killing Lin Heng, the power of the “Malignant Flame” ripened like a fruit, its juice spilling outward, like a door opening wide, leading Yang Luo into a new domain.

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