BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Nine Serene Wind Flame

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One day later.

When Ah Da appeared again, there was already a faint but extremely strong sense of oppression emanating from him.

Wei Yang and the others all looked at him. This kind of oppressive feeling was clearly something a Dou Zong could not possess. Because Wei Yang and the others were all Dou Zong.

”How’s your recovery?” Wei Yang asked.

”Reporting to Master, my soul has already recovered to about eighty percent of my peak period. If I go all out, I should be able to unleash several attacks at the peak Dou Zun level.” Ah Da bowed slightly, replying with some joy.

”Not bad.” Wei Yang smiled and nodded, also feeling quite pleased.

Ah Da’s recovery was even better than he had expected. This gave him much more confidence.

Let’s digress a little here.

Although both were Spirit Realm souls, the Spirit Realm soul of a Dou Zong and that of a Dou Zun were not the same in strength.

Wei Yang had a mid-Spirit Realm soul, and so did Ah Da—this was true—but the strength between the two was somewhat different.

How should this be put?

In terms of quality, they were the same, but in terms of quantity, there was a certain gap. It’s not as if, just because Wei Yang was a mid-Spirit Realm soul at the Dou Zong level, his soul power would be exactly the same as Ah Da’s.

It was impossible to rely solely on soul power to casually slaughter those at the peak Mortal Realm of the Dou Zun level.

Even with soul-based Dou Techniques, it still couldn’t be done. The peak Mortal Realm soul of a Dou Zun

, in quality, could not compare to Wei Yang’s Spirit Realm soul. But in terms of quantity, it was by no means low.Not to mention their mastery over spatial power.

If you think you can rely on soul power alone to instantly kill a peak Mortal Realm soul Dou Zun, that’s just impossible—and unrealistic.

It’s like a wooden barrel—how much water it can hold depends on its shortest stave. A Dou Zun’s barrel can certainly hold more than a Dou Zong’s barrel.

To use water as a metaphor: Wei Yang’s water and Ah Da’s water were the same in quality, but the barrels they used to hold it were different.

In terms of quantity, Ah Da’s was several times greater than Wei Yang’s—far more, in fact.

Just like the difference between a child and an adult in the human world. Quantity can be accumulated bit by bit over time, or by expanding the pool, but quality is much harder to change.

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At the edge of the Vortex of Wind.

Wei Yang and the others arrived here once again.

At this moment, all five pairs of eyes were fixed on the vortex ahead. When they noticed that the wind inside, along with its rotation speed, was beginning to weaken bit by bit, their eyes couldn’t help but brighten.

”Later, Ah Da and I will go in. The rest of you stay outside and provide support.” Wei Yang said.

”Mm.” Xian’er and the other two nodded.

”Be careful, Brother Yang.”

”Be careful, Young Master.”

The two women couldn’t help but softly remind him.

”Don’t worry, in its weakened state, this vortex poses little threat to us.” Wei Yang smiled, raised his hand, pressed two fingers together, and casually thrust out a sword beam.

They watched as the sword beam traveled nearly fifty meters before being torn apart by the vortex.

”The vortex’s power has weakened by more than five times!”

Xian’er also waved her hand, sending out a streak of Dou Qi. The streak penetrated nearly a hundred meters before dissipating.

Seeing this, they all couldn’t help but smile.

After waiting for a moment longer—

The Vortex of Wind weakened further and gradually stabilized.

”It’s time.” Wei Yang tilted his head back and opened his mouth, spitting out a green sun.

Buzz~

The green sun rapidly expanded to a diameter of more than two meters.

”Let’s go!” Wei Yang stepped into the green sun.

Behind him, Ah Da followed.

In the next instant, the green sun wrapped around the two of them, and with a flash, it shot straight into the Vortex of Wind.

Immediately—

Clang, clang, clang~

Blade after blade of icy-cold wind slashed wildly, hacking at the green sun, sending sparks of flame scattering in every direction.

The green sun swayed like a lone boat on the vast ocean, battered up and down by the raging gales and monstrous waves.

Inside the green sun, Wei Yang channeled his Dou Qi at full force, controlling its advance.

”This power... each strike is comparable to a high-level Dou Huang’s full-force blow. With so many wind blades coming all at once, their combined force is terrifying!”

Wei Yang said quietly, ”We shouldn’t linger. Quick battle, quick resolution!”

”Master, let me open a path.” Ah Da spoke up immediately.

”Alright.”

Ah Da extended his palm out of the green sun, and with a forceful grasp toward the front—

Buzz~

The void ahead trembled as an invisible force swept out violently. Along the way, every wind blade seemed to fall into a swamp, their speed plummeting and their power greatly reduced.

”Master, now!” Ah Da shouted, fully controlling the spatial power.

Wei Yang, already prepared, felt Dou Qi surge madly through his body and shouted, ”Death Life Flame, stop stuffing your face and get moving!”

Whoosh~

The green sun shuddered, its speed skyrocketing instantly, dragging a long green tail of light as it barreled straight into the depths of the vortex.

Nearly six hundred li of straight distance.

Wei Yang controlled the green sun, and it took him almost twenty minutes to break through successfully.

Enduring the increasingly powerful resistance and the chilling cold, the green sun finally drew near the central eye of the storm.

Wei Yang and Ah Da looked up, their gazes fixed ahead, and both of their pupils shrank.

”This is—!”

Up ahead appeared a massive pitch-black hole. There, the void was already completely shattered, gone without a trace.

The void... had been torn open into a gaping maw!

Wooo, wooo, wooo~

Black, ghostly winds surged out from the rift like a torrential waterfall flood. The scene truly looked as though the sky had been torn open, with countless world-ending gales pouring through.

This was the center of the Vortex of Wind—

The very source of all the black wind.

It was unimaginable that after traveling such a long path, these ghostly winds could still retain some of their power by the time they reached the Great Plains of the Black Region.

And thus, the Great Plains of the Black Region became a notorious natural disaster zone.

Wooo, wooo, wooo~

The ghostly wind howled, rushing straight toward them. The wind was bone-chillingly cold, yet at the same time carried a strange, burning heat.

It also came with a bizarre sound—one that made people feel a subtle, irritable restlessness, capable of stirring emotional fluctuations.

”Master, look there!” Ah Da suddenly pointed in one direction and shouted.

Hm?

Wei Yang immediately shifted his gaze to follow Ah Da’s pointing finger—and his eyes narrowed.

In the very center of the eye of the storm, there was an unusual wind. It seemed unaffected by the torrent of ghostly winds surging outward; amidst the violent storm, it eerily floated there, blowing of its own accord.

It was a gust of pale-black wind, writhing and swirling in the storm’s core, whistling in all directions. But if one looked closely, they would realize—this was not wind at all, but a strange kind of flame!

A special flame whose appearance resembled black, raging wind.

”Nine Serene Wind Flame!” Wei Yang said softly.

”It really is the Nine Serene Wind Flame!” Ah Da’s face was full of joy.

They had finally found it.

Nine Serene Wind Flame—tenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking.

It was born here, in the very heart of this extremely yin storm eye. The ghostly winds had surged here without end for countless years, and this flame had taken shape in the fiercest part of the storm’s torrent.

Perhaps it was the principle of extremes meeting—this flame was both cold and hot, an extremely bizarre existence. Moreover, it influenced the ghostly winds that blew out into the outside world.

It gave those winds its own traits—bone-chilling cold that carried a strange burning heat.

Wei Yang had seen many Heavenly Flame birthplaces before, but even now, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of awe in his heart.

The wonders of creation are beyond comprehension.

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