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No one expected that just as Bu's figure appeared within ten miles of Flame Mountain, a calm gaze from the deepest part of the most mysterious palace of Holy Light Academy fell upon him, seemingly penetrating endless voids, observing his every move.
The owner of this gaze was hidden in the innermost depths of the palace, surrounded by layers of mist that obscured his appearance. Yet, just this one gaze that pierced through the infinite void revealed his extraordinary nature.
As this person observed Bu, a murmuring voice slowly spread from the top of the palace. The voice carried an ancient resonance, as if it came from a distant land, having been washed by endless years before finally appearing within this palace.
"With seventy-five Acupoints opened and the Outsider Red Lotus as his Avatar from ten thousand years ago, although his strength seems somewhat lacking, over the past millennium, he is the most promising and fitting individual aside from Wang Chao."
At this point, the voice suddenly paused. The owner of the gaze seemed to fall into deep thought, and after a long while, another low voice emerged.
"Let’s observe for now. If this child possesses the Outsider Red Lotus as his Avatar but cannot obtain a piece of Radiant Gold, then no matter how good his potential is, he will soon be eliminated wherever he goes."
After this self-talk, the mysterious person fell silent again, his gaze remaining calm as he continued to observe Bu, seemingly waiting for something.
At this moment, Bu was completely unaware that such a mysterious and powerful existence was watching his every move through the endless void. Not only that, but the observer had already seen through most of his secrets; the number of Acupoints opened within him and the Crimson Lotus Incarnation deep in his brow were completely exposed under that gaze.
As Bu approached the foot of Flame Mountain, he could sense the aura of Lava King Vanava. This aura was deep and oppressive, like a demon from the depths of hell. A subtle yet persistent pressure lingered around him, as if a heavy stone were pressing down on his heart, creating an overwhelming sense of suffocation that nearly drove him to collapse.
Bang! Bang!
With each step Bu took onto the mountainside, a sound akin to morning bells and evening drums suddenly erupted. This sound came abruptly, as if it were the heartbeat of a giant—like Flame Mountain itself possessed life and had a powerful Heart beneath Bu's feet.
Bu Shuang's pupils suddenly contracted; this heartbeat came too unexpectedly. The moment it reached his ears, it seemed to carry some strange rhythm that made his own Heart synchronize with its frequency. In that instant, it felt as if the ground were shaking beneath him; a strong wave of dizziness surged into Bu's mind, making him feel nauseous.
"Damn ants! Despicable humans! You are like flies—your deaths are insignificant!"
Just as Bu fell into dizziness, a roar like thunder suddenly erupted throughout the entire realm of flames. All flames rolled back violently; the earth trembled fiercely as thick smoke billowed up like long dragons rising into the sky. The entire world was engulfed in an apocalyptic scene.
Bu Qiang bit his tongue, shaking off the dizziness. His eyes were filled with horror as he hesitated for a moment before retreating swiftly, desperate to escape the mountain.
Boom!
The ground shook violently as the Sea of Fire transformed into Magma. Thick black smoke billowed, and beneath his feet, the conical flame mountain began to move.
Large chunks of rock fell away, revealing red-hot Magma mixed with black-gray soil. The conical flame mountain suddenly surged upward, supported by two massive legs made of molten rock. At the peak, where the black smoke roiled, layers of earth crumbled away to reveal a fierce face filled with rage. A giant mouth roared, with Magma flowing down from it, and eyes like blazing white flames locked onto Bu Qiang's figure, radiating boundless brutality and murderous intent.
"This is the Lava King Varnava," Bu Qiang's eyes widened in shock as his heart trembled. He quickly retreated, and as he landed on the ground, the Nine Dragon Spear flew out from his Storage Ring and into his hand.
"Ants, die!"
The Lava King roared as its enormous hand, several dozen feet long, came crashing down toward Bu Qiang. The air was covered by its shadow, and a scorching wave surged forth as hot Magma poured down like a rain of fire.
Boom!
A terrifying pressure descended instantly. The powerful gust from its hand seemed ready to explode the air itself. The ground caved in violently as Magma surged forth, dirt flying everywhere while all flames were expelled outward.
Bu Qiang found himself directly beneath the crushing hand, feeling as if he were trapped in an endless abyss. The overwhelming pressure compressed the surrounding air to a steel-like hardness. He wanted to escape immediately but found it nearly impossible.
"What a powerful and terrifying blow!" Blood trickled from Bu Qiang's mouth. Even with his body strengthened to the level of copper skin and iron bones, he was severely injured in his Viscera before even making contact with that hand. It was unimaginable what catastrophic damage would occur if he truly faced that strike.
Transform Void! Bloodline Transformation!
He unleashed both of his strongest trump cards simultaneously.
In the midst of a blurred figure, Bu let out a roar, his eyes instantly turning blood red. As his fangs emerged, a pair of blood-colored bone wings unfolded from his back. The immense power of Amplification allowed him to break free from the surrounding air pressure, and with his body partially entering the Transform Void state, the pressure around him was significantly alleviated.
"Hmm?" In a palace far away at Holy Light Academy, a mysterious powerful figure let out a soft exclamation. For the first time, a glimmer of light appeared in his calm gaze, clearly surprised that Bu had such a formidable trump card.
"The Void Transformation Technique recorded in the Millennium Stele at my Holy Light Academy's Gravity Training Ground... I didn't expect him to learn this technique. It seems to be his fortune. As for this transformation technique, it is strange; the moment it is activated, his power increases significantly, almost comparable to a peak Intermediate Level 5 existence. Looking at his appearance, he resembles the Hell Demon Clan. Could it be..."
The mysterious figure murmured softly, his eyes revealing a thoughtful gleam. His figure, hidden in the mist, was finally partially revealed—a Crane-Haired Man in his twenties, covered in runes. His skin was marked with numerous Silver Runes, giving him an extraordinarily eerie appearance.
"This battle should be shielded now. This child has a great chance of obtaining Radiant Gold. After waiting for a thousand years, my Holy Light Academy can no longer afford to wait."
As soon as the Crane-Haired Man finished speaking, the cubic Light Barrier in front of Holy Light Academy's square twisted. This situation left everyone around momentarily stunned. However, before anyone could react with astonishment, the cubic Light Barrier returned to calmness, only its scene shifting from Bu's battle with Lava King Vanava to another image.
"What is this?"
"Why did the Light Barrier change on its own? It usually only changes after a battle ends. Could it be that Brent has already perished under that Lava King's attack?"
"Yes, it's very likely. Although Brent is strong, Lava King Vanava possesses High-Level 8 peak strength; dying from one strike is not surprising."
"It's truly unfortunate for such a proud individual to have been foolish enough to provoke the Lava King."
The square was abuzz with voices; many were discussing fervently—some relishing in misfortune while others expressed regret. This scene caught some off guard and left them momentarily stunned.
Among them was Kaibo, who most wished for Bu's demise; at this moment, his gaze froze. After a while, he showed a hint of joy but then quickly turned uncertain.
Meanwhile, Wendy, Kalandor, and others close to Bu turned pale instantly, finding it hard to believe. They had already been secretly alarmed when they saw Bu challenge Lava King and had been praying fervently since then. Now witnessing such a scene and hearing the cold mockery from those around them made it difficult for them to accept.
"How could this happen? It must be the Light Barrier that has malfunctioned. Brent wouldn't fall so easily..." Listening to the murmurs around her, Wendy's heart was in turmoil. Her face was pale, and she bit her lip tightly, holding back tears. Deep down, she felt a strong sense of regret and guilt, believing she should not have agreed to participate in this trial.
"What exactly is going on? Is Brent dead? Did he die at the hands of Lava King Vanava?" In another corner of the square, Elena's voice suddenly rang out from atop a stone building, standing beside her was Sean Sterling, dressed in black.
"Just wait and see; that kid won't die so easily." Regardless of how others viewed the situation, Sean Sterling had immense confidence in Brent. He knew Brent better than anyone else; they were both teacher and friend. He did not believe that someone with the Crimson Lotus Incarnation could easily perish at the hands of the Lava King. It was impossible.
The sudden turn of events shocked even the elders seated in the Elder Seat. However, their change in expression was not due to Brent but rather because of the sudden distortion of the Light Barrier. This distortion seemed ordinary, but to the powerful elders, it revealed some clues.
"The disturbance in spatial power just caused a ripple in the laws of space," one elder remarked, his eyes flashing as he unconsciously looked towards a distant palace.
"It seems he has made his move; it appears Brent has been chosen." The most esteemed Elder with White Hair spoke slowly, as if he had already guessed some of the underlying truths.
"I have hosted countless Holy Light Trials at Holy Light Academy to prepare for this moment. Now, after a hundred years, someone has finally been chosen again."
"But can this Brent handle it?"
The elders fell into silence. Even the most outspoken Van Lao seemed lost in thought about something, his expression serious.
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