"Flame Clan, Firefall!"

The man sneered, then stood atop the heads of the four men.

Lin Feng and the others looked up, and a dark shadow suddenly flashed in their eyes. They saw a huge star faintly emerging from behind the other party, and then spreading out rings of flame patterns like divine halos.

Zhong Kui said to Lin Feng in a very affectionate tone, "Kid, let me introduce you. This person is from the Yan Clan, one of the eight ancient clans. He is known as the Desolate Fire Emperor and has a world-destroying meteorite as his martial soul. He is also known as the God of Annihilation."

"Impressive..." Lin Feng nodded. Not only that, he could see that the other party's martial soul was not a soul ring, but a strange fire ring. In other words, it was a strange fire that had been integrated into the soul, a strange fire ring that could last for more than a million years, or even tens of millions of years.

At this moment, the imposing fire meteor seemed to belatedly realize that it had seen the people in front of it. It slowly flew down and cupped its hands to Lü Dongbin, saying, "Pure Yang True Man."

"Oh? You know each other?" Lin Feng was immediately surprised. This kind of cupped-hand salute is not something that just anyone would do. How come they seem to be related?

"Hmm..." Lü Dongbin nodded slightly, though a glint of light flashed in his eyes, his expression remained cold and indifferent.

"Tsk tsk." Zhong Kui suddenly became gossipy, and after a few names flashed through his mind, he asked, "Fire Meteor, meteorite, never heard of them, who are you...?"

Huo Yun replied, showing no trace of his previous arrogance: "I am Nan Zhen, and I was once the youngest disciple under Lu Zu."

After speaking, Huo Yun looked at Lin Feng, his calm gaze becoming more and more focused as he looked at the meteorite in the sky: "I was born in the Holy Tang Dynasty, but unfortunately the Holy Tang Dynasty could not accommodate me, so I had no choice but to leave the Holy Tang Dynasty and go to the ancient land alone to find the Yan Clan!"

"Oh?" Lin Feng seized the opportunity, immediately picking at the other person's words: "I didn't expect there to be people that the Holy Tang Dynasty couldn't tolerate..."

"Hmph!" Lü Dongbin snorted coldly, his voice shaking Lin Feng's will. He then said to Huo Yun, "Huo Yun, this is not a place for you!"

“Master Lü, if you were a member of the Holy Tang Dynasty, you certainly shouldn’t be here,” Huo Yun replied with a smile. “But as a member of the Yan Clan, this is where I should be!”

Upon hearing the sharp and confrontational words from the other party, Lin Feng immediately became interested. Zhong Kui, who was standing next to him, not only didn't say anything this time, but also pulled the monk Xuanzang back to Lin Feng's side.

Lu Dongbin's eyes flashed with a cold light, like sharp swords piercing his opponent: "Don't die here!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor Lü. I... since I am here today, I have already prepared for the worst!" Huo Yun stopped joking. He was able to travel thousands of miles back to the Yan Clan on his own, and that was not thanks to anyone else's help!

Clang!

With a sword's cry, Lü Dongbin's sword soared into the heavens like a startled swan, directly cleaving through the illusory image of the martial spirit manifesting above the opponent's head.

"Heavenly Fire Destroys the World!"

Huo Yun spoke calmly, and the split meteorite instantly transformed into countless flames falling from the heavens, enveloping everything around it.

boom!

Amidst the explosion, ten different flames erupted until a pale fire meteorite appeared above the fire meteor. Only then did Lü Dongbin, holding his longsword, slash through the shattered space with a single, concise strike.

"Yellow Dragon Stirs the Waters Three Times!"

After the sword strike, the sword intent stirred the heavenly fire, and the scorching heat that filled the sky was swept away by the dragon's roar that emerged from behind the sword.

"What a fine sword!" Huo Yun exclaimed, but his body had already assumed a fighting stance. At this moment, the flaming meteorite also emitted a raging inferno, breaking through the constraints of time and space and bringing everything around it into a burning realm.

"Please, Master Lü, examine the fire in my hand. Can it be called the Flame of the Supreme Being?"

"Imperial Flame - Wildfire"

Huo Yun raised his hands, and the two flames gathered together, surrounding a flame that resembled a beating heart, igniting the entire world.

"The blazing fire has burned away its eternal name, and to this day, no one knows the way back!"

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that Huo Yun possesses more than just a martial spirit and a strange fire; he also harbors a burning desire to burn away the literary heart of the Holy Tang Dynasty.

"Master Lü, you once said that I was too sharp and unassuming. Now, does that sharpness seem to indicate that I have attained enlightenment?"

Wildfire crashed down, meteorites shattered, and everything around was burned to ashes; even the sky lost its color in the blazing fire.

Under this overwhelming force, they couldn't help but look around. The surrounding atmosphere had already been burned away. It was as if they had traveled through endless time and space, and were taken by the flames to a completely non-existent world.

“Your path… is different from mine.” Lü Dongbin spoke, his calm voice tinged with a sigh, slowly stirring up the surrounding ashes and blowing away an area untouched by the flames.

"Different? How is it different? My current skill level is not achieved without the Pure Yang Skill that you taught me!" Huo Yun suddenly laughed. He came here not to prove his difference, but to prove that he was the same as them, not only as a person, but also as having the same skill.

The fault lies not with him, nor with the technique, but with the people of the world!

Lu Dongbin felt a pang in his heart. How could he not understand the other party's intentions? From the moment they met, the rings of fire that entwined the other party's martial soul were a subtle manifestation of the Pure Yang Technique. It was just that ordinary people had never paid attention to it, but... Huo Yun had completely integrated it into his own path of cultivation.

"Lord Lü, from this day forward I, Huo Yun, will become a member of the Yan Clan. I beg you to hand him over and grant me my future!"

Huo Yun bowed respectfully, and as he slowly raised his head, his eyes, burning with flames, completely illuminated the entire world. He then summoned the meteorite martial soul surrounded by a ring of strange fire.

"A fiery meteor descends upon the world!"

boom!

A roar from the will resounded, and the surrounding space trembled. But the scorching temperature gave the spatial structure no time to breathe, and in an instant, it burned them all into transparent liquid.

Whoosh...

These transparent liquids, swirling with fiery hues, flowed across the sky. The jovial Zhong Kui finally became serious, tossing a purple-gold gourd into the air and helplessly sucking up the liquid flowing towards them.

"Fellow Daoist Lü, my Purple Gold Gourd can't absorb much."

"No problem, I'll take care of it quickly!"

The conversation between the two was simple and quick. After receiving a response, Zhong Kui manipulated the purple-gold gourd to enlarge it, causing the liquid above to swirl in layers like waves before being sucked into the gourd.

"Looks like he doesn't appreciate it," Lin Feng said tentatively in a soft voice.

Zhong Kui narrowed his eyes, turned around and scolded, "Boy, don't try to sow discord. I was just urging him to hurry up so that others wouldn't take advantage of the situation."

Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, yes, I thought you were asking him if he wanted to take down that person together."

“Amitabha Buddha, fellow Daoist Zhong Kui, why don’t we leave first?” asked the Venerable Xuanzang.

“We won’t leave, we won’t leave. If we just stay here and watch, who knows who else is waiting on the road? What if they separate the three of us one by one? Wouldn’t we fall into someone’s trap?” Zhong Kui immediately refused.

"Huh, isn't Yuan Tiangang sending someone to pick you up?" Lin Feng asked curiously again, "Aren't you going to notify him?"

"Hmph, who knows where that kid is hiding again." Zhong Kui cursed under his breath, staring at Lin Feng and said, "What, you can't wait to see him? Do you want to get your head chopped off sooner?"

"Amitabha Buddha," the monk Xuanzang chanted.