338: Chapter 338 The Blazing Dragon Emperor's Conspiracy

Time returns to half an hour ago.

On the western foothills of Divine Flame Mountain, there was an underground river cave hundreds of feet deep.

The ceiling of the cave was hung with stalactites dripping with venom, and a dark green underground river flowed silently beneath their feet. A layer of eerie phosphorescence floated on the river's surface, reflecting four figures.

Burning Flame Dragon Emperor Chi Jin stood on the highest point of the cave, a protruding rock platform.

His crimson-gold dragon scales shimmered with a cold luster in the phosphorescence, his wings folded behind his back. He had suppressed the Everlasting Dragon Fire at the tips of his wings to the minimum, with only two bean-sized flames flickering at the ends of his wings.

The Heaven-Burning Fire Seed embedded in his brow pulsated slightly, like a dark red third eye.

His pupils were like molten lava, slowly scanning the three fellow clansmen below.

“Everyone is here,” Red Ember’s voice was deep, carrying the characteristic hum of the Dragon Clan.

Bone-Eroding Dragon Venerable Xuan Jia crouched on a rock by the underground river, his black dragon scales covered with pits formed by corrosion. Poisonous patterns spread across his broken single horn, and occasionally a drop of dark purple venom fell from the tip of the horn into the river, making a sizzling corrosive sound.

“Cut the nonsense,” Xuan Jia’s voice was raspy, sounding like he was chewing crushed stone. “You made me run from the poison swamp to this ghost of a place, saying there was a big deal. Where is the deal?”

Earth-Splitting Dragon Marquis Tu Beng stood leaning against the cave wall, his earth-yellow dragon scales almost blending with the rock in the darkness. His burly figure was a size larger than the other three, and the rock spikes on his dragon back reached the cave ceiling, scraping off several stalactites.

“My subordinates have already dug the tunnel,” Tu Beng’s voice was muffled, as if coming from deep underground. “It goes from the northern foothills all the way to the intersection of the dragon veins in the mountain’s heart. We can act at any time.”

The last one—Nether Prison Dragon Lord Mo Yuan.

He stood on the opposite bank of the underground river, separated from the other three by the water. The ghostly mist around him was thicker than usual, almost swallowing him whole, revealing only his curved dragon horns and those white, hollow eyes without pupils.

Mo Yuan did not speak.

He never said much.

Red Ember glanced at the three of them, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc.

“The deal is simple.”

Red Ember raised a hand, and a ball of dark red dragon fire ignited in his palm. The dragon fire condensed into a miniature terrain model—the three-dimensional panoramic view of Divine Flame Mountain.

“The Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly starts in three days. At that time, most of the Cultivators in the Chixiao Dao Domain will gather on Divine Flame Mountain. The Blazing Dragon Sacred Hall, Taixu Immortal Sect, Fentian Sword Pavilion, Yan Ding Sect, Tianji Pavilion... every notable power will be present.”

“I have laid down the ‘World Burning Ground Fire Grand Array’ underground, with the array core right on the main dragon vein. The moment it is detonated, the earth vein fire power of the entire Divine Flame Mountain will surge a hundredfold in an instant.”

Dragon fire flickered in Red Ember’s eyes, reflecting a light that was almost insane.

“By then, the people on the mountain—the dead and injured will be countless. The Mountain Protection Grand Array will collapse instantly under the impact of the earth fire. And the Seal...”

Red Ember’s voice suddenly lowered.

“The ancient Seal suppressing the left arm of the World Devouring Master will be directly torn apart by the earth fire.”

The cave fell silent for a moment.

The venom dripped faster from Xuan Jia’s single horn.

“The Seal is broken, and that thing comes out, what does that have to do with us?” Xuan Jia’s raspy voice held a hint of wariness. “The World Devouring Master—that’s an ancient Heavenly Demon. Even if it’s just a left arm, it’s not something we can handle.”

Red Ember smiled.

“I don’t need to handle it.”

“The moment the Seal breaks, it will release a massive amount of Chaos Devilish Qi. That Devilish Qi is lethal poison to ordinary Cultivators, but to us of the Dragon Blood Clan—it is a supreme treasure.”

“When Chaos Devilish Qi merges with dragon fire, it can produce ‘Chaos Dragon Flame.’ The temperature of this flame is a hundred times that of ordinary dragon fire; it can burn through any immortal array and refine any Magic Treasure. More importantly—”

Red Ember’s voice suddenly rose.

“Chaos Dragon Flame can forcibly activate the Heaven-Burning Fire Seed in my brow, allowing me to—in the shortest time possible—break through the shackles of the Late Stage of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage and ascend directly!”

The air in the cave suddenly became scorching hot.

Red Ember’s emotional fluctuations drove his dragon fire; the Everlasting Dragon Fire on his wings suddenly expanded for a moment before he forcibly suppressed it back.

Xuan Jia, Tu Beng, and Mo Yuan all remained silent.

Red Ember took a deep breath and continued, “Do you think I asked you here just to help me?”

His gaze swept over the three in turn.

“Xuan Jia, you need the ‘Dragon Cleansing Jade’ to heal your corroded bones. The Dragon Cleansing Jade is among the prizes of the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly. Once the assembly falls into Chaos, the prizes will be left unattended—you can snatch it directly.”

Xuan Jia’s sharp claws tightened involuntarily.

“Tu Beng, you have always wanted the ‘Dragon Crystal Ore Vein’ beneath the Blazing Dragon War Continent. That ore vein is directly north of Divine Flame Mountain, sealed by the Restrictions of the Blazing Dragon Sacred Hall. Once the assembly is in Chaos, the Restriction guards will all head up the mountain to help—the ore vein will be unguarded.”

The rock spikes on Tu Beng’s back stood up slightly.

“Mo Yuan.” Red Ember turned to the ghostly mist on the other side of the river. “There are thousands of Cultivators at the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly. For you—those are thousands of ready-made Materials for Soul Dragon Puppets.”

In the ghostly mist, Mo Yuan’s hollow white eye sockets shifted slightly.

This was his first reaction today.

Red Ember spread his hands.

“Everyone gets what they need. No one loses out.”

The cave remained silent for a long time.

Xuan Jia was the first to speak.

“When do we act?”

“The first day of the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly’s opening,” Red Ember said. “At the moment everyone is gathered on the mountain. I will detonate the World Burning Ground Fire Grand Array from underground; the earth fire and Devilish Qi will erupt simultaneously.”

“Tu Beng will be responsible for using the Earth Dragon Mountain-Rending Art to assist the detonation, while simultaneously cutting off everyone's retreat—sealing all paths down the mountain.”

“Xuan Jia will be responsible for using the Corrosive Dragon Heaven-Devouring Art to release poisonous mist, suppressing the combat power of the Cultivators on the mountain.”

“Mo Yuan will be responsible for the perimeter—using the Prison Dragon Soul-Locking Art to set up a soul domain barrier, ensuring no one can send out a distress signal.”

Red Ember’s gaze became sharp.

“The division of labor is clear, and everyone gets what they need. After it's done, I will ascend and leave, and you three will carve up the Chixiao Dao Domain—no one will be able to stop you.”

Xuan Jia stood up and grinned. That smile was exceptionally hideous due to the corrosion holes all over his face.

“Red Ember, you lunatic, I like it.”

Tu Beng said muffledly, “Let's do it.”

Mo Yuan still didn't speak.

But the ghostly mist retracted slightly, revealing the curve of his mouth.

It was a silent “agreement.”

Red Ember nodded.

“Then each of you prepare. In three days, Divine Flame Mountain—the heavens will change.”

The four figures dispersed.

Red Ember was the last to leave. He paused when he reached the cave exit and looked back at the underground river in the darkness.

“However—”

His voice was so low it was almost audible only to himself.

“Before that, there is one person who needs to be dealt with in advance.”

A cold light flashed in Red Ember’s lava-like pupils.

“Ye Qingyao of the Taixu Immortal Sect. Mahayana Stage.”

“And the one beside her—the Spiritual Void Desolate Dao Master.”

“His cultivation cannot be gauged; he is unfathomable.”

Red Ember’s dragon fire flickered.

“Whether he is truly profound and mysterious or just putting on a front—he cannot be allowed to remain.”

He turned and vanished into the darkness.

At the same time—

The southern foothills of Divine Flame Mountain.

Su Changge and Nether Prison Dragon Lord Mo Yuan were standing face to face.

A distance of ten feet.

The night wind blew, lifting the hem of Su Changge’s white robes and the ghostly mist on Mo Yuan’s body.

Neither of the two moved.

Su Changge’s mind had gone completely blank.

Only one thought kept jumping repeatedly—

[It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!]