Chapter 11: Father of Flame, Blade of Judgment The First Blade of Judgment descended like a meteor wrapped in divine fire. The air cracked. The earth split. The ruined temple shook with every step he took across the broken stone floor. Xuan Long raised his spear. His black and gold flames swirled violently, reacting to the presence of the Celestial weapon. It wasn’t fear. It was recognition. The First Blade’s mirrored helmet turned toward him. “So this is the hybrid,” he said, his voice cold and layered with divine echo. “I expected more rage. More… hunger.” Shen Wu stepped beside Xuan Long, blades drawn. “Be careful. That’s not just a warrior. That armor is infused with god-steel and sealed prayers. No mortal has ever cracked it.” Mei Lin flanked his left, her aura unstable but burning strong. “We fight together.” Xuan Long nodded — but never looke

Chapter 13: Sovereign Flame Unleashed The air trembled. Xuan Long stood tall, his eyes now glowing with crimson stars floating in black flame. The third flame awakening coursed through him — not just power, but presence. He didn’t just burn now… he devoured reality. Lady Nyra took a step back, her face no longer calm. “What… are you?” she whispered. He didn’t answer. With a flick of his palm, the ground beneath her cracked and twisted. Flame vines erupted from the earth, coiling toward her like living creatures. Nyra slashed with her soul thread dagger, slicing through the first two — but the third wrapped around her ankle and ignited. She screamed as the fire ate not her flesh… but her soul memory. “Impossible!” she spat, breaking free and teleporting across the battlefield. Xuan Long advanced slowly, flames dancing ar

Chapter 15: Baptism of the Flame Throne Flames swallowed him whole. Xuan Long felt his body vanish, his soul stretched across dimensions. When he opened his eyes, he was standing inside a burning void — a world made of flickering fire, shattered time, and echoing screams. Above him loomed a colossal throne of obsidian flame, spinning like a vortex in the sky. Around it hovered a hundred flaming chains, each one etched with a different name — past Devourers, Sovereigns, traitors… monsters. And beneath his feet, the ground split open. A voice thundered from all directions: “Only one may claim the Sovereign Flame. The flame that devours kings… demands everything.” Suddenly, the flames condensed. A mirror appeared before Xuan Long. From it stepped a version of himself — taller, darker, twisted. His eyes glowed pure black, and the rune on

Chapter 17 The sky above Skygrave Forest split in a jagged line, as though the heavens themselves were torn open. From within the rift descended a monstrous energy—raw, cold, and laced with twisted memories. A second Mei Lin stood on the ridge, her expression identical, her flame silver and shifting. Yet the way she held herself… lifeless. Beside her stood the Echo, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. “You came back from the edge of reality, brother,” he called. “Impressive. But let’s see if your flame can withstand grief.” Xuan Long stared up, heart pounding. Mei Lin’s grip on his arm tightened. “That… that thing has my face.” Xuan’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not you.” But the girl on the ridge smiled. “Oh, but I am. I know every touch, every kiss, every tear.