33: Chapter 33 Burning Blood of Sin, Fire Spirit's Bloodline Illuminates the Ancient Immortal Era

"The Saint Emperor Mark?"

Wang Teng narrowed his eyes. He could feel that this "little sun" held no hostility toward him; rather, it exuded a gentle sense of intimacy.

Of course, this sense of intimacy was not directed at him, but rather toward...

"Linger."

Wang Teng turned his head to look at Princess Huo Linger beside him.

At this moment, Princess Huo Linger was completely stunned.

The instant that "little sun" appeared, the blood within her body began to boil uncontrollably.

The Fire Clan royal markings on her forehead, which had previously been hidden, were now flashing with dazzling golden light, echoing the blood drop in the air.

"Husband... I feel... my body is so hot..."

Princess Huo Linger's eyes were dazed. Uncontrollably, she began to drift slowly upward, flying toward the burning drop of blood.

"Don't be afraid. Go."

Wang Teng did not stop her; instead, he restrained his killing intent, fearing that he might disturb this fortuitous encounter.

"My... my blood..."

Princess Huo Linger let out a low moan that was painful yet carried a certain sacred quality.

She felt the blood inside her boiling and burning. A power, so ancient that its source could not be traced, was awakening from the deepest depths of her bloodline.

The next moment, to the terrified gaze of the Red-Feather Vermilion Bird, Princess Huo Linger floated slowly into mid-air.

The Vermilion Bird Divine Fire surrounding her, originally crimson red, underwent a qualitative change at this moment.

It transformed into a type of glazed holy fire that was nearly transparent yet contained an aura of endless tragedy.

Her red hair danced in the flames, and her skin was as crystalline as jade.

She radiated an awe-inspiring, inviolable divine brilliance, like a flame goddess walking out from the ancient past.

But this was not the most astonishing part.

The most astonishing thing was right in the center of her smooth, full forehead.

That mark, which was usually hidden and viewed as a taboo and a disgrace by countless great sects in the Upper Realm.

An ancient and complex "Sin" character marking was now manifesting with unprecedented brightness!

It was glowing, bleeding, and burning!

The radiance of the "Sin" character intertwined with the brilliance of that burning true blood, and within the chaotic mist above the Saint Emperor Palace...

...it projected grand, soul-trembling scrolls of imagery!

That was not a scene from the present world; that was—the long-buried Immortal Ancient Era!

The images were extremely blurred, filled with the mottled traces of time and the smoke of war, but that aura of extreme tragedy...

...pierced through the ages, pressing heavily upon everyone's hearts.

Everyone saw a vast, boundless Border Wasteland. The sky was shattered, and stars fell like rain.

The earth was stained black-red with blood, and the corpses of countless gods and demons were piled into mountains.

At the end of the world, on the very front line defending against the darkness of the foreign realm, seven towering figures stood side by side!

Their faces could not be seen; their bodies were enveloped in chaotic energy and endless divine light of laws.

But every figure exuded a supreme aura that suppressed the ages and dominated eternity.

They were Kings!

They were the backbone of the human race!

They were the last hope of that era!

"Border Wasteland... Seven Kings!!"

The Red-Feather Vermilion Bird fell to its knees with a thud, tears streaming down its face.

It kowtowed frantically toward the illusory images, its voice filled with endless sorrow and reverence.

In the images, those seven majestic figures were fighting in a bloody battle.

What they faced were dark beings surging like a tide, and indescribable Immortal entities from the foreign realm.

One of the figures, bathed in towering divine fire, still gripped a tattered war flag in his hand.

He roared at the sky, the firelight illuminating the dark universe. That unyielding fighting spirit, even across an entire era, brought tears to one's eyes.

That was the ancestor of the Fire Clan!

The images shifted rapidly. The Seven Kings were bleeding, fighting with their lives, burning the last drop of their blood for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths behind them.

However, the end of the scene was not a triumph, but an indescribable tragedy.

The heavens and earth wept blood; it was the twilight of the gods.

The figures of the Seven Kings gradually faded in the darkness, but they did not fall until the very last moment.

Instead, they transformed into immortal monuments, suppressing the end of the Border Wasteland.

"Sin Blood... Is this what they call Sin Blood?!"

Yun Xi covered her lips, her stunning face filled with shock and disbelief.

As a goddess of the Celestial Race, she had heard too many rumors about the descendants of "Sin Blood," claiming they were traitors and sinners.

But in the images reflected before her, where was there any sign of betrayal?

This was clearly the greatest contributor to this world, the most tragic of heroes!

Princess Huo Linger floated in mid-air, her eyes tightly shut. Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks, dripping into the burning flames and vanishing into nothingness.

It was as if she had crossed time and space, feeling the endless sorrow and unwillingness of her ancestors.

The "Sin" character on her forehead was burning; that was not a brand of shame, but a medal of honor forged by her ancestors with their lives and blood.

It was them issuing the most unyielding cry to this world!

Wang Teng's massive Nine-Nether Ao form also quieted down.

In his double pupils, the blood-colored killing array stopped rotating, quietly watching that ancient projection.

As one of the Ten Fiends, he was arrogant in his bones, indifferent to the common people.

But at this moment, watching those seven figures fighting to the death without retreating, his cold and tyrannical heart actually felt a hint of long-lost emotion.

"A group of... respectable old fellows."

Wang Teng's low voice echoed in the vast hall, carrying a trace of complex respect.

"Rest assured, your blood will not have been shed in vain."

He looked at the sorrowful girl in the air, who resembled a goddess, his eyes gradually becoming firm and ferocious.

"Linger is my woman. I will protect her glory. I will wash away her grievances!"

"One day, I will take her to fight into the Nine Heavens and make those high-and-mighty, hypocritical gods kneel before that so-called 'Sin' character and repent!"

As Wang Teng's voice faded, the Immortal Ancient images that had reflected across the heavens slowly dissipated.

The light on Princess Huo Linger's forehead also gradually retracted, and her body fell softly.

Wang Teng flashed, transformed into human form, and caught her steadily.

Looking at the sleeping face of the girl in his arms, still streaked with tears, Wang Teng gently wiped them away.

Just at the moment when the tragic Immortal Ancient scroll slowly dissipated, the light of the "Sin" character on Princess Huo Linger's forehead gradually vanished, and she collapsed, exhausted, into Wang Teng's arms.

The Chaos Pool, which had originally quieted down and returned to dead silence, suddenly began to surge violently without any warning.

"Gurgle... Gurgle..."

That was not the sound of magma boiling; it was the Great Dao lamenting, the River of Time surging.

A chaotic aura, even more terrifying, more aged, and yet more tragic than when Wang Teng had forcibly demanded the killing array earlier...

...spilled out from the bottom of the pool like a bursting flood, instantly filling the entire Saint Emperor Palace.

"What's going on?! A corpse coming back to life?!"

The Red-Feather Vermilion Bird, which had just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, shuddered in fear and dived straight into Yun Xi's hair, daring only to reveal a pair of terrified little eyes.

Wang Teng's muscles also tensed up. He subconsciously tightened his hold on Princess Huo Linger, though the ten heavenly passages behind him were not yet manifested.

But this body, already engraved with the Third Killing Array, instantly entered a state of extreme combat readiness, staring fixedly at that Chaos Pool.

It was the commotion from just moments ago that had disturbed the great terror of this place.

It was also the ultimate treasure of the Fire Kingdom's ancestral land!

The Chaos Corpse!