Chapter 352 VS Fate's Turbidity 2

A strong sense of dizziness assaulted my consciousness, like the sudden blackout caused by insufficient blood supply to the brain. Even with my eyes wide open, darkness continued to creep in from my surroundings. My consciousness became blurred; I was struggling to fight the darkness and couldn't think of anything else.

I struggled to regain my senses, like a drowning person desperately trying to surface. In my mind's eye, it felt like an eternity, but in reality, it might have been just a moment. I managed to regain my clarity of mind and understand the meaning behind this fatal blow.

This is a "super-depth strike" caused by "super-density force".

There's no complicated reasoning involved. Given the same weight, an iron block will sink immediately in water, while wood will float lightly; this is because their densities are vastly different. If the material world we inhabit is merely the "surface" of the real world, and everything that happens on it is just fleeting glimpses of arising and ceasing due to causes and conditions, then the soul and karma reside on a deeper level, and the so-called true spirit is even deeper, unfathomably deep.

No matter how unfathomable something may be, as long as the power is strong enough, it can penetrate to its depth. This is exactly what Mingzhuo is doing now.

He forcibly broke my elemental immortality!

Although I had considered that my elemental immortality might be broken by the power of the Great Impermanence, seeing my usual "brute force" attacks being used against me by the enemy still made me feel a sense of irony, like the wheel of fortune turning. Meanwhile, Ming Zhuo wasn't idle either; seizing the moment I regained my senses, he unleashed another black and red beam of light.

This time, I was prepared, focusing all my strength on dodging. We both possess the power to influence each other's fates, and although he has gone further down this path, I am now focusing more on dodging. At the last second, a black and red beam of light grazed past me, and I narrowly avoided the attack.

"Hmph... You dodged it, huh?" Mingzhuo said grimly. "But how many more times can you dodge it?"

This time, my dodging had an element of luck; I can't always avoid attacks like that. Besides, I can't take many more hits like that. A few more and I'm doomed.

He once again condensed and emitted a black and red beam of light, and at the same time, I finally managed to sense the inside of his body.

At this moment, he was still in an elementalized form, his body formed from black and red smoke. However, unlike any other elementalized forms I had heard of, his defenses on both the material and spiritual levels had not decreased; on the contrary, they had become extremely high. He must have done a lot of research and enhancement in this area, or perhaps he achieved his super-high defense by increasing the "density" of his elementalized body.

Although I want to burn through his time and lifespan, if I can't even burn through his most basic defenses, then there's no point in even talking about it.

And it was within this body that I finally sensed the presence of the Proclaimed Flame. Like the flame within the body of the Water Master Xuanwu, the Proclaimed Flame continued to burn within the dark red smoke. Perhaps because Xuanming's attitude towards Mingzhuo was far more serious than when dealing with the Water Master Xuanwu, this Proclaimed Flame gave me a remarkably powerful feeling. If the flame within the Water Master Xuanwu's body was a candle flame, then this was a bonfire.

This ball of flame constantly tried to expand and spread, but it could not succeed, as it was firmly locked inside by the black and red magic power of the Life Turbidity, which was like a chain.

This is probably the seal that Mingzhuo has placed on Xuanming Fire. It is also because of this seal that although I can sense Xuanming Fire, I cannot manipulate this flame and cannot attack Mingzhuo from within.

As long as this seal is broken... it doesn't even need to be completely broken. Just a small crack will suffice. Combined with my innate affinity for and manipulation of flames, I can slip in through the crack and work with this flame from the inside out to greatly reverse this extremely difficult situation.

"—What do you want to do to the flames within me, is that it?"

Ming Zhuo seemed to have sensed something through his intuition, but he showed no sign of wariness. Instead, he said dismissively, "Do you think that by doing this you can change your inevitable defeat? To put it another way, you can't even invade my body with your magic, can you?"

"Or do you think that because I'm injured right now, I can't give it my all, and that I actually still have a chance?"

I countered, "Isn't that the case? Although I've heard that the Xuanming Flame within you won't affect your combat abilities, if that's true, why do you go into seclusion every so often to suppress this flame, and why don't you let anyone know where you're in seclusion? Isn't that proof that you're guilty?"

"It seems some pointless rumors have given you vain hope. My purpose in seclusion to deal with this flame is to stop its spread and extinguish it step by step, so that it won't hold me back when I seek revenge against Xuanming in the future," Mingzhuo said calmly. "The reason I haven't let anyone know where I'm in seclusion is simply because I don't want others to see me licking my wounds..."

"What, are you surprised? There's nothing wrong with admitting it. Whether it's licking my wounds in secret or worrying about my lifespan, these are all things that have truly happened to me."

"Desperately trying to cover these things up is truly shameful; only revenge and victory can truly salvage one's reputation."

It was clear that although his temperament was dark, he wasn't clingy, and he openly admitted his flaws. I believed him immediately; he was telling the truth.

Now that's where my headache lies. If he doesn't have any weaknesses in this area, and there's no way for the enemy to exploit any loopholes, then we'll inevitably have to resort to real combat and decide the outcome in the most direct way.

I already have an idea.

Just as the fire of enlightenment has the property of outward expansion, so too does my flame. More precisely, this should be a common attribute of the power of fire. No matter where it is, fires, if not contained in time, will only escalate. With the aid of ubiquitous fuel, the flames grow ever stronger.

I previously stated that my power level is "temporarily" not far behind that of Ming Zhuo. The reason I say "temporarily" is because my power can continue to increase.

Don't misunderstand, the increase I'm referring to doesn't mean I still have untapped potential, but rather that the sea of ​​fire dominating this primeval forest is growing ever larger. Most demon hunters exhaust themselves in battle, becoming more fatigued the longer they fight; but I'm different. When I unleash the sea of ​​fire, my power only increases.

I intensified the fire's spread in one go.

Trees, grass, soil, rock strata, air, rivers… even time and space seemed to become fuel, the sea of ​​fire on the ground shooting straight into the sky, engulfing the area above us. The “scale” of my power completely surpassed that of fate.

As a result, a primeval forest area with a radius of more than 20 kilometers was instantly turned into scorched earth. Given such extensive damage to the natural environment, perhaps we can only try to restore it later. We haven't yet figured out how to restore it, and I have no interest in thinking about such things right now.

I have only one thought in mind: to overcome fate. Even if it only increases the probability by one percent, I will do it without hesitation.

Seeing this drastic change in the scene, Mingzhuo's expression also changed: "You..."

I raised my right hand high, pointing upwards.

Like countless flames, or like numerous rushing rivers, they surged in from all directions, gathering spectacularly towards a single point above.

Compression, compression, compression—

"You think I'll just watch you concentrate your power?!"

Without hesitation, Mingzhuo unleashed another burst of black and red light, shattering my body and soul. My consciousness, already in a state of flux, nearly fainted. However, I was not yet dead; such intervention was insufficient to interrupt my power-gathering process.

The flames relentlessly concentrated in the sky, brewing a destructive wave.

(End of this chapter)