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Taking a light breath, Wei Yang stepped forward and landed on that dragon scale where no flames burned. His palm pressed lightly against it.
The moment his hand touched the scale, he was surprised to feel no trace of heat. Instead, there was a faint chill.
Wei Yang understood. This was the primary node of the entire seal, where the Three Thousand Burning Flame' power was brutally suppressed. That was why this scale showed no temperature or flames.
He closed his eyes. From the space between his brows, a vast wave of soul power surged out, carefully flowing along his arm, passing through the scale, and invading within. As his soul power seeped in—
Bang!
A faint crack sounded in his mind. Immediately, Wei Yang's soul power smoothly broke through an invisible barrier, entering into a strange void.
This void was filled with purple-black flames.
At the very center of the fire coiled a miniature dragon. At the moment, the tiny flame dragon's eyes were shut, as if sleeping. It showed no reaction to Wei Yang's intrusion.
Looking at the small flame dragon with its eyes closed, Wei Yang wasn't surprised. He had experienced situations like this before.
This little dragon was clearly the source of the Three Thousand Burning Flame. Still, it was his first time, after subduing so many Heavenly Flames, that things were this simple—that he directly saw the core flame so easily.
It was rare indeed.
Like a peerless beauty lying there, stripped bare, offering no resistance, letting you do whatever you pleased.
"Now that's something." Wei Yang murmured to himself. And yet, the Three Great Leaders still couldn't handle it? That said a lot.
"Let me see if you're really as difficult as they say." Wei Yang licked his lips, eager to try. This task… it was a challenge he couldn't ignore. He really didn't believe it. It was lying there like this, and he still couldn't manage it?
His soul power drew closer, gently wrapping around the slumbering flame dragon, slowly seeping into it.
Wei Yang didn't bother with what Xiao Yan had done in the original story—probing, or sending out friendly and gentle signals. Too childish.
The Three Thousand Burning Flame wasn't stupid. Its intelligence was far too high, unlike those dim-witted Heavenly Flames he'd subdued before. Not so easily fooled. So he came in directly, no nonsense, no pointless tricks.
Ssshhh~
As his soul power seeped in, faint sizzling sounds echoed. Wei Yang's expression didn't change. That was just the sound of his soul power being burned by the essence flame. With a thought, he pushed even more soul power in. But suddenly—
Boom!
The little flame dragon's body erupted in purple-black fire. In an instant, all of Wei Yang's invading soul power was incinerated.
Hmm?
Wei Yang's senses froze. His soul power instantly pulled back. And at that moment, the little flame dragon's eyes snapped open.
Those dragon eyes, burning with purple-black fire, were filled with icy coldness as they locked onto Wei Yang's soul power.
Wei Yang's face stayed calm. He had known all along that this thing wasn't asleep—it had been watching his every move.
"Foolish human, how dare you!"
A cold human voice came from the tiny flame dragon's mouth, laced with mockery and fury.
"As expected, such high intelligence." Wei Yang clicked his tongue.
Not only could it speak human language, it could mock him, even using the classic line: Foolish human. Sure enough—anything that lived long enough would become a spirit.
"Sorry, but the way you were lying there just now was too beautiful, too tempting. I couldn't hold back my professional habit. Occupational hazard, you know." Wei Yang gave a sheepish grin.
His soul power gathered, gradually condensing into a transparent figure resembling himself, who rubbed his hands together lightly.
"...Get lost!"
The little flame dragon's gaze froze for a moment, then it roared furiously.
Before Wei Yang could reply, purple-black flames suddenly surged out from its body, sweeping over him like a tidal wave.
"Dog face—so quick to flip out!"
Seeing this hot-tempered thing attack without a word, Wei Yang could only shake his head helplessly. His palm slapped out:
"Come!"
Whoosh~
Black flames surged violently as his hand struck, instantly colliding with the purple-black fire sweeping toward him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two Heavenly Flames clashed fiercely within the origin space, neither willing to yield, battling evenly. That sight made the little flame dragon's pupils shrink slightly. A flicker of heat lit up in its eyes.
"Heavenly Flame?"
"That's right." The transparent soul-form of Wei Yang smiled and nodded. "My life-bound flame. Not worse than you, eh?"
The little flame dragon snorted coldly.
But after the clash dragged on for a while, it unexpectedly began to pull its purple-black fire back of its own accord.
"Not fighting anymore?" Wei Yang blinked, then also withdrew his black flames, letting them coil protectively around him. The little flame dragon raised its eyes, staring deeply at Wei Yang. Its tone softened slightly.
"Human, you're strong. I'll forgive your earlier offense. Leave. Don't bother me again."
"Oh? Hehe." Wei Yang didn't move, only gave a faint chuckle.
"What?" The flame dragon's gaze chilled once more.
"I came from far away just for you. And now you meet me and immediately want me gone? That's a bit rude, isn't it?" Wei Yang laughed.
"Human, how greedy you are." The dragon's voice dripped with mockery. "You already own a Heavenly Flame, yet you covet me as well?"
"So what? You're ranked ninth, after all. Plenty of people covet you. What's one more added to the ranking?" Wei Yang spread his hands, not even bothering to deny it. He was straight up lusting after this thing's body. Nothing wrong with admitting it.
"Ninth?" The dragon gave a cold snort, clearly displeased, then asked, "And the flame you carry—what rank is it?"
"Nothing great. Just ranked twenty-fourth." Wei Yang waved his sleeve casually.
"Twenty-fourth?" The little dragon froze, then roared in anger.
"Human, you're mocking me!"
It had just exchanged blows with that black flame. It's terrifying power was something it knew full well. Otherwise, why would it have restrained itself to chat calmly instead of simply annihilating this human's soul fragment?
It was precisely because of the Black Flame that the Three Thousand Burning Flame had shown this intruder—the one who had barged into its origin space (its sea of consciousness)—a shred of respect. And now he claimed that flame was only twenty-fourth?
Did he take this dragon for a fool?
Boom!
The purple-black dragon stood up abruptly, flames surging wildly. It decided to get serious, to teach this human a harsh lesson.
"Why would I lie to you? My flame is called Black Sun Burning Heaven Flame. It's a newly born Heavenly Flame, only recently appearing to the world, so it's temporarily placed at twenty-fourth. The final ranking hasn't been fixed yet."
Seeing the dragon enraged, Wei Yang gave a quick explanation, then waved his hand dismissively.
"Calm down. I'm not here to fight you right now. If we really went all out, it'd be hard to settle things in a short time. No point wasting energy."
"And besides, I don't want some bystander swooping in as an oriole to snatch up the benefits while we both suffer. If you want to fight, we can take our time later."
The flame dragon's gaze flickered. After a pause, it lay back down again, two jets of fire snorting from its nostrils.
"Then get out. Let those wastes come in instead."
Clearly, it had long been secretly observing the outside world. It already knew the situation well.
"I'm not letting this soul fragment leave. It stays here with you." Wei Yang smiled.
"Human, what do you mean by that? Do you think my place is some kind of inn?" The dragon exploded again, standing up in fury.
This origin space was its forbidden ground, equivalent to a human's spiritual sea—its very foundation. How could it tolerate an outsider staying here long-term?
Especially an outsider carrying such a dangerous flame.
"Anyway, I'm not leaving. If you don't agree, then fight me. Doesn't matter."
Wei Yang floated there calmly, black flames circling him, faintly forming nine coiling dragons.
"You can't do anything to me anyway."
"You—!" The little flame dragon was shaking with rage.
In its heart, its hatred for the Pill Tower surged to the extreme. If not for the Pill Tower's suppression and seal, how could its origin space be this vulnerable, letting outsiders come and go as they pleased?
Especially this damned human!
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