147: Flame roars, the temple undergoes a great change!

Lu Yuan was about to activate the Breath Concealment Transfer Card to swap the transparent fake crown with the flame heart crown, which was about to completely break free.

The Source Power in his body had already begun to surge.

Just at this critical moment—

"Bang!"

A hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

The force wasn't great, but it made Lu Yuan's muscles instantly tense!

He almost instinctively wanted to counterattack.

But a low, familiar voice sounded almost against his earlobe.

"Don't move!"

"It's not the best time yet."

It was Bedrock!

Lu Yuan tilted his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, there was nothing!

Lu Yuan didn't speak, just nodded very slightly, indicating understanding.

And at this moment—

"Boom—!!!!"

A colossal roar, far exceeding any previous one, exploded from the center of the main hall!

The flame heart crown had completely broken free from the last restraints of all the source water chains!

Those once indestructible chains now snapped inch by inch like rotten wood, turning into dust and dissipating into the air.

the crown, freed from its confinement, suddenly floated in mid-air.

In an instant, golden-red light, like billions of suns exploding simultaneously, burst forth with unparalleled brilliance!

"Holy crap!"

"I'm blind!"

The entire main hall of the Fire Source Temple was completely engulfed by this light, illuminated as if it were daytime!

No, it was even more dazzling than daytime!

Lu Yuan quickly closed his eyes, yet still felt a stinging pain.

Following the light came a truly overwhelming pressure!

That pressure traversed the river of time, carrying theoverbearing of a ruler over all creation!

The three Little Fellows in Lu Yuan's card slots also exerted themselves!

Helping Lu Yuan share this pressure!

Bedrock wasn't so lucky; Lu Yuan could clearly hear the sound of him kneeling down.

But he couldn't see anything. If he asked, the other party probably wouldn't admit it.

The extremely pure power of the world origin flame, no longer diffused energy, but transformed into a tangible storm, sweeping madly in all directions with the crown as its center!

"Whoosh—!!"

The scorching hurricane blew past.

Every trace of moisture in the air was evaporated.

Each breath he took felt like inhaling a burning charcoal, causing an unbearable scorching pain from his nasal cavity to his lungs.

His combat uniform made a slight "sizzle" in the high temperature, seemingly ready to ignite at any moment.

This power was more than a hundred times purer than the flames the Old Elf had controlled before!

If the Old Elf's flames were a river, then what erupted from this crown was a true boundless sea of fire!

"So... such strong power..." Lu Yuan was secretly astonished.

Is this the power of a red treasure!

This was merely the aftershock of the crown's revival.

If hit head-on, even a Sixth-tier Card Master would probably be instantly reduced to ashes!

"Chirp... chirping..."

"Gurgle... gu..."

In the corners of the temple, the Flame Sprites huddled together, their small bodies trembling incessantly, but unlike pure fear, in the depths of their eyes, Lu Yuan also saw a sense of reverence and longing.

As if long-wandering travelers had finally seen the most sacred totem in their bloodline.

They instinctively lowered their furry little heads towards the flame heart crown, assuming a posture of worship.

The Flame Sprite named "Little Red" at Lu Yuan's feet reacted particularly intensely.

The fiery glow on its body actually brightened a few shades under the illumination of the crown's power.

"Chirp! Chirp-gurgle!!"

Little Red raised its head, looking at the flame heart crown floating in the air, letting out a series of urgent and excited chirps.

It even broke free from Lu Yuan's pant leg, hopping a few steps forward, wanting to get closer to that sacred light source.

But then it was forced back by the pressure emanating from the crown, only able to pace anxiously in place.

"Haha... hahaha...!"

Unlike the reverence of the Sprites, the Old Flame Spirit, bathed in the golden-red radiance, appeared incredibly excited.

His aged, shriveled body, under the illumination of the crown's world origin flames, visibly regained a trace of vitality.

The wrinkles on his skin seemed to smooth out slightly, and his previously somewhat cloudy eyes now burned with two scorching flames.

He greedily spread his arms, took a deep breath, and inhaled the scattered world origin flame power into his body.

With each breath, his aura grew stronger.

"Royal Authority... Royal Authority returns!!"

The Old Flame Spirit looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, his voice filled with long-suppressed fanaticism.

"Welcome the return of Royal Authority!!"

He suddenly knelt on one knee, his huge body prostrate on the ground, performing an ancient and solemn ritual towards the flame heart crown.

That posture was as if welcoming a supreme monarch.

Lu Yuan watched this scene, his heart filled with emotion.

For this moment, this Old Elf, this race, had waited countless years and paid countless prices.

Just then, another anomaly occurred!

On the walls surrounding the temple, the murals depicting the ancient civilization of the Fire Source Elves seemed to come alive under the light of the flame heart crown!

On the murals, the lifelike fiery giant eagles suddenly flapped their wings made of light and shadow, letting out a cry!

The lava giant turtle also slowly opened its giant eyes, and the magma patterns on its thick shell flickered erratically!

There were also fire snakes spitting flames, roaring flame wolves, and countless other fire creatures of various forms... Although they had no physical bodies, only shifting light and shadow, the aura they exuded was palpable!

The epic scroll—had come to life!

Countless lights and shadows flickered on the murals!

Hunting, sacrifice, war, prosperity, and... the ultimate disaster and silence.

The scenes changed unpredictably, terrifying to the extreme.

The entire temple seemed to transform into a bizarre nightmare realm.

"Is this... the power of the crown, awakening the ancient imprints in the temple?" Lu Yuan guessed in his heart.

These murals were probably not just decorations, but also carried the memories and power of this civilization.

At the same time, after absorbing a large amount of energy, the huge crimson gem at the top of the flame heart crown, suspended in mid-air, now began to beat violently and rhythmically, like a living heart.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Waves of even purer world origin energy surged out from the gem like a tide.

These energies did not spread indiscriminately as before, but began to consciously reshape the environment within the temple.

"This crown... is transforming this temple?"

"Or rather, is it restoring it to its original appearance?"

Lu Yuan was deeply shocked.

This kind of immense power had already exceeded his understanding of card power.

This was the true power possessed by the core of the world origin!

He should have brought a camera; how great it would be to capture this!

The Old Flame Spirit slowly rose from the ground.

He was completely immersed in the immense joy brought by the flame heart crown's revival, seemingly forgetting everything around him.

He walked step by step towards the flame heart crown suspended in mid-air.

His steps were somewhat unsteady, as if burdened by too many years and expectations.

With each step, he would utter a low murmur, expressing his longing for the sacred artifact.

"My King... you have finally... awakened..."

"Our people... have waited for this day... for too, too long..."

His voice was choked with emotion.

Finally, he reached the area beneath the flame heart crown.

He tremblingly stretched out his hands; those large hands, once wielding a mighty hammer and full of strength, now appeared so cautious.

He wanted to gently hold up the crown that symbolized the glory and hope of his race.

"King! I have come!"

Just as the Old Flame Spirit's fingertips were about to touch the flame heart crown—

An unexpected change occurred!

"Buzz—!"

The floating flame heart crown suddenly vibrated!

A repulsive force, far stronger than before, suddenly erupted from the crown!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The Old Flame Spirit was uncontrollably sent flying backward!

"Pfft—!"

He spat out a mouthful of scorching blood in mid-air; the blood had not yet fallen to the ground before it was evaporated by the high temperature.

"Boom!"

The Old Elf fell heavily more than ten meters away, creating a shallow pit in the newly solidified ground.

He struggled a few times, trying to get up, but then spat out another mouthful of blood.

Clearly, this impact had caused him no small injury.

the crown seemed in no hurry to be claimed by its "loyal guardian."

It had its own will.

It was refusing!

The fervent joy on the Old Flame Spirit's face instantly froze.

In its place was bewilderment, incomprehension, and a hint of unbelievable panic.

"W-why..."

He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse.

"King... why do you... reject your people..."

He couldn't understand.

He had guarded the sacred artifact for countless years, sacrificing everything, yet at the moment of its revival, what he received was merciless rejection?

Lu Yuan and Bedrock were also slightly stunned.

This turn of events was beyond their expectations.

Could the plan fail?

Lu Yuan's strained nerves were almost at their breaking point; when would this finally end?

Bedrock, meanwhile, frowned slightly, a flicker of thought in his eyes.

Just then, the Old Flame Spirit, who had been thrown back, seemed to suddenly realize something.

The confusion on his face gradually faded, replaced by a sudden understanding.

"That's it... that's it!"

He slapped his forehead suddenly, his voice tinged with annoyance and enlightenment.

"The sacred artifact has been covered in dust for too long, its spirituality dormant, almost extinguished!"

"Although it has now revived, the ancient spirit within it has not fully awakened!"

"It... it needs guidance! It needs awakening!"

"It needs to hear the most ancient prayers of our people before it can truly accept its subjects again!"

The light of hope reignited in the Old Elf's eyes.

He struggled to sit up cross-legged, forming an ancient and complex hand seal in front of his chest.

He closed his eyes, his expression becoming devout.

Ancient, difficult-to-pronounce, and profoundly weathered Elven prayers slowly began to chant from his mouth.

"Ah ya yiyi ya—"

"Doudou zhizhi ga—"