34: Chapter 34 Encounter with the Holy Emperor of the Fire Kingdom, Nine Nether Hound Obtains the Ultimate Inheritance

"Sigh..."

A sigh.

The sound was not loud, nor did it carry any divine power fluctuations, yet it seemed to emanate from the very end of ancient times.

It carried endless exhaustion, regret, and... deep longing.

Following this sigh, the overflowing chaos aura did not attack anyone, but instead gently condensed in mid-air.

It drifted slowly toward Princess Huo Linger in Wang Teng's arms.

"Husband..."

Yun Xi tugged on Wang Teng's sleeve, feeling somewhat nervous.

"Don't move."

Wang Teng's gaze was profound; although two killing arrays were rotating within his double pupils, he did not make a move to stop it.

"He harbors no ill intent. That is... a predecessor's remembrance of a descendant."

Indeed.

After reaching above Princess Huo Linger, the mass of chaos aura actually transformed into a blurry, giant hand.

That hand was rough and broad, as if it had gripped the heaviest weapons in this world and slain the most terrifying enemies in this world.

It gently, tremblingly, stroked Princess Huo Linger's smooth forehead.

It seemed to be caressing that "Sin" character mark that had once made it feel incredibly familiar and awe-struck.

"Not... forgotten..."

As this intermittent divine sense fluctuation fell, the giant hand condensed from chaos aura did not dissipate.

Instead, it pressed down violently, as if pressing upon the pulse of the entire world.

"Rumble—!!!"

The chaos pool, which had originally calmed down slightly, was now like a boiling ocean, stirring up waves ten thousand zhang high.

The pool of grayish chaos liquid was, at this moment, dyed an extreme gold-red.

Immediately following, a blindingly brilliant golden light pierced through the chaos from the deepest part of the pool bottom.

It illuminated this Saint Emperor Palace that had been dim for ancient eons.

Amidst that golden light, there were no rotting corpses, nor any eerie ghostly aura.

What floated up was actually a—magnificent and resplendent giant coffin!

This coffin was too sacred; its entire body was forged from the legendary "Red Sun Divine Gold".

It was carved with ancient auspicious creatures like the True Dragon, Heavenly Phoenix, and Qilin.

Every engraving flowed with immortal divine radiance, as if what was buried inside was not a dead person, but a sun that would never set.

"This... this is..."

Red-Feather Vermilion Bird looked as if its neck had been choked, its eyes nearly popping out.

Then, its small wings trembled wildly, and the entire bird prostrated directly on the ground.

It performed a full prostration, its voice shrill to the point of breaking:

"This is the founding Saint Emperor's 'red sun heavenly coffin'!

Legend has it that the Saint Emperor did not die outside, but was buried in the ancestral land with all his Dao Fruit... It turns out it's true!

This is the first-generation Saint Emperor of our Fire Kingdom!!"

Following Red-Feather Vermilion Bird's scream, the lid of that red sun heavenly coffin actually emitted a "creak, creak" grinding sound, slowly shifting open a corner.

Just a corner!

"Boom!"

A vast, boundless, supreme divine Saint Emperor aura, like a galaxy reversing its flow, instantly filled every inch of space.

This aura was too terrifying, far exceeding the previous Third Killing Array, because it carried a "living" will!

From the gap in the coffin, a majestic figure did not sit up, but a golden spiritual projection slowly condensed above the coffin.

It was a heroic middle-aged man, wearing a Ping Tian crown and a red-gold imperial robe embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, seemingly containing the rise and fall of the entire Fire Kingdom.

The Fire Kingdom's first-generation Saint Emperor—manifested!

"Ancestor..."

Princess Huo Linger floated in mid-air, feeling that intimacy and calling from the depths of her bloodline, her face already covered in tears.

Although the "Sin" character mark on her forehead could not be seen, the resonance of that bloodline could not be blocked.

The Saint Emperor's projection did not speak, his eyes seemingly able to see through ancient times.

It did not look at the prostrate Red-Feather Vermilion Bird, nor did it look at the monster Wang Teng who carried the Ten Fiends bloodline, but instead fixed its gaze on Princess Huo Linger.

That was his descendant.

It was the last trace of bloodline continuation he had left in this world.

Deep within those majestic eyes, a rare trace of love and guilt was revealed.

Immediately after, the Saint Emperor's projection raised his right hand, his index finger pointing at Princess Huo Linger through the air.

"My descendant... shall receive this... great fortune..."

The ancient and grand voice, like an edict from the Heavenly Dao, echoed within the Saint Emperor Palace.

"Not good!"

Wang Teng had originally been watching the show, but upon hearing these words, his expression changed drastically.

Before he could react, a torrent of liquid, red as blood and brilliant as gold, suddenly erupted from within that red sun heavenly coffin!

That was not ordinary energy; that was—the Saint Emperors Dao Fruit!

It was the life-long cultivation essence and law insights that this supreme powerhouse, who had founded the Fire Kingdom's eternal foundation, had sealed within the coffin.

Prepared for his most outstanding descendant!

"Boom!"

That red-gold torrent transformed into a roaring fire dragon.

Ignoring the distance of space, it instantly surged into Princess Huo Linger's delicate body.

Originally, this was a heaven-sent opportunity.

It was the "empowerment" that countless cultivators dreamed of.

But the problem was... this opportunity was too great!

Great to a terrifying degree!

This was like trying to force the water of an entire vast ocean into an exquisite little porcelain bottle.

There was only one result—the bottle breaks, and the water flows out!

"Ah!!!"

Princess Huo Linger suddenly threw her head back, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

Even though she had just awakened her ancestral bloodline, and even though she had already stepped into the Inscription Realm.

But before the life-long Dao Fruit of an ancient Saint Emperor, she was still as fragile as a piece of white paper.

"Crack! Crack!"

A heartbreaking cracking sound rang out.

Only to see Princess Huo Linger's jade-like skin instantly covered in dense cracks, just like a porcelain doll about to shatter.

Countless golden divine flames sprayed out from those cracks; that was the excess energy she could not absorb, which was crazily destroying her physical body.

"Huo Linger!!"

Yun Xi covered her mouth in horror; she could feel it.

Princess Huo Linger's life aura was fading at an astonishing speed; her soul was about to be exploded by this violent energy!

"Saint Emperor Ancestor! Stop quickly! The Princess cannot withstand it!!"

Red-Feather Vermilion Bird was scared out of its wits, desperately kowtowing and shouting.

But that Saint Emperor projection was only a residual obsession; once the inheritance ritual was started, it was like an arrow released from the bow, completely unable to stop.

He was merely mechanically executing the command of "giving the best things to the descendant," while ignoring whether the descendant could handle it.

Seeing Princess Huo Linger's body begin to become translucent, the whole person about to turn into light rain, completely disintegrating in this "great fortune."

"Damn it! You old fool!"

A furious shout exploded like thunder.

"Is this how you give things?! Is this feeding someone or killing them?!"

"Boom—!!!"

A black storm, even more ferocious and domineering than the Saint Emperor's aura, instantly swept across the entire scene.

Wang Teng moved.

He could not possibly watch his woman die in front of him, even if the other party was the so-called Saint Emperor!

"Since she can't take it, then I'll take it for her!!"

"Roar————!!!"

Accompanied by a beast roar that shattered the void, Wang Teng's human body instantly disappeared.

Replacing it was a towering black giant beast, which directly crushed the space of half the palace!

Nine-Nether Ao—full form descended!

The fifty-zhang long demonic body lay across mid-air, black-gold scales flashing with immortal cold light.

Nine giant tails, like nine black demonic dragons, danced crazily in the void, directly shattering the surrounding chaos aura.

"Give it to me—swallow!!"