157: Chapter 157 The Path to Enlightenment!

He watched helplessly as two Elders were slaughtered by Su Mo like ants.

The red-haired man's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle tip, his fury instantly transforming into unspeakable terror.

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

The fierce flames burning on his body involuntarily receded, and his previous arrogance vanished completely.

"Who I am is none of your concern."

Su Mo stood suspended in the air, his robes fluttering without wind, and a cold arc slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the red-haired man frozen in place.

"I'll give you a chance to live."

"In the span of one breath, have your Sect's Saint and his Dao Companion appear before me."

"Otherwise..."

His gaze swept over the devastation inside the Sacred Fire Sect before returning to the red-haired man; the implication was obvious.

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, the red-haired man wasted no words, immediately transforming into a red Escape Light and flying toward the depths of the Sacred Fire Sect.

His heart was filled with shock and fury.

'Wasn't that idiot supposed to be cultivating in seclusion? When did he provoke a Sha Xing like this again!'

'This boy uses strange methods; he is definitely not someone a Body Integration Cultivator can deal with... It looks like I have to invite the Old Ancestor out, otherwise, the Sacred Fire Sect's ten-thousand-year foundation might be destroyed today!'

Seeing this, Su Mo gave a scornful laugh and shook his head.

Everyone knew exactly why he insisted on running over personally instead of simply sending a voice transmission.

However, Su Mo didn't care.

After all, isn't revenge about making the opponent experience the feeling of powerlessness and being completely at one's mercy under extreme fear and pressure?

In an instant, the red-haired man plunged into a volcano deep within the Sacred Fire Sect.

He violently tore through layers of Restrictions and descended deep beneath the magma.

"The Sacred Fire Sect is in grave danger, a powerful enemy is attacking, and the mountain gate has been breached! This Disciple is incompetent, and respectfully requests the Old Ancestor—to emerge from seclusion!"

The roar echoed like thunder in the space beneath the magma.

As his voice faded, the magma immediately began to boil, and a fiery red, transparent crystal slowly floated up from the magma, surrounded by pure white flames.

Inside the crystal, an ancient-looking old man was Sealed, his hair and beard displaying four colors: green, red, white, and gold.

Crack!

Fine cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the crystal and began spreading rapidly.

The pure white flames suddenly surged, pouring into the crystal along the cracks, and the old man's tightly closed eyelids slowly lifted at that moment.

"We respectfully welcome the Old Ancestor!"

The red-haired man trembled with excitement, his voice filled with immense reverence and ecstasy.

Boom!!

The entire crystal shattered explosively.

"Tell me, how many Mahayana Stage Cultivators have arrived to force you to wake up this old man?"

He briefly closed his eyes, sensing his internal state. The Dao injury he had previously sustained had not improved at all under the calcination of the Nirvana Sacred Fire; it was merely suppressed.

"Even though my remaining years are few... dragging one or two opponents of the same rank down with me would be worth it."

The red-haired man quickly replied, but then hesitated slightly:

"One..."

He couldn't sense Su Mo's cultivation, but he inferred from the instantaneous slaughter of two Body Integration Stage Elders that Su Mo was simply beyond his ability to handle.

"Just one, huh... that makes things easier."

A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.

Mahayana Cultivators of his generation were either healing injuries or cultivating in seclusion, rarely appearing in the world.

Anyone who would come knocking to provoke them was likely a junior who had recently advanced in the last few millennia and held a grudge against the Sacred Fire Sect.

"Hmph, let me, this Senior, properly educate this junior... on the meaning of... Heaven Beyond Heaven!"

As the last four words fell, he took a step forward.

Boom!

The magma inside the entire volcano surged backward, sweeping toward the mouth of the crater.

In the blink of an eye, the Sacred Fire Sect Old Ancestor arrived at the mountain gate, carrying overwhelming hot magma.

"junior, this Old Man is Ember Heaven, a Mahayana Stage Late Stage Cultivator. Considering that it was not easy for you to Cultivate to the Mahayana Stage,"

As soon as he arrived, he adopted the posture of a veteran powerful expert, trying to crush the opponent with his presence.

"If you retreat now, this Old Man will not pursue the matter further..."

Before he could finish, Su Mo immediately interrupted him, speaking calmly and without change of expression under the pressure of the Mahayana Late Stage aura.

"Who told you I was in the Mahayana Stage?"

This sentence was like a thunderclap, instantly freezing Ember Heaven, who had been preparing to use his Realm to suppress Su Mo.

Not Mahayana Stage?

"Since when does dealing with a Soul Transformation Cultivator like me require a Mahayana Stage Old Ancestor."

Su Mo chuckled lightly:

"Could it be... that the Sacred Fire Sect has become so devoid of talent?"

A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator?!

Ember Heaven turned his head to look at the red-haired man, who also wore an expression of disbelief.

His gaze was like tangible flame, carrying monstrous rage and the humiliation of being fooled.

Just a Soul Transformation Stage!

He was actually just a Soul Transformation Stage!

And this forced the Sacred Fire Sect's final foundation out of its Seal?

This was a monumental disgrace!

The red-haired man shuddered under the Old Ancestor's gaze and immediately explained:

"Old Ancestor! This boy killed two Body Integration Stage Elders with a mere wave of his hand; he absolutely cannot be in the Soul Transformation Stage! Old Ancestor, please see clearly!"

Ember Heaven pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Su Mo.

He couldn't sense the spiritual energy within Su Mo, but the Mahayana Stage focused on the comprehension of Law. The power of Law on Su Mo was extremely immature, clearly not reaching the level of the Mahayana Stage.

"You want a Mahayana Stage opponent? Then I shall grant your wish."

Su Mo gently raised his hand and waved:

"Crimson Prison."

Roar—!

As Su Mo's voice fell, a roar that shook the cosmos exploded.

The next moment, a massive black-and-gold Dragon coiled out from behind Su Mo. The pressure it emitted had clearly reached the level of the Mahayana Late Stage.

Crimson Prison's body coiled above Su Mo, confronting Ember Heaven, who was enveloped in endless magma.

Su Mo stood beneath the Dragon's head, calmly looking at Ember Heaven, whose expression had drastically changed:

"Now, your opponent has arrived."

"Nether Abyss Dragon Emperor?! How are you here?"

Ember Heaven showed an expression of disbelief.

The Nether Abyss Dragon Emperor was a Cultivator from the same era as him, perhaps even slightly earlier, and was infamous. How could he now be obeying a junior?

"Wait! You aren't him..."

Crimson Prison wouldn't listen to his rambling; as soon as Su Mo stepped aside, it charged forward.

Its Dragon mouth opened wide, spitting out scarlet Dragon Flame.

Battles between Mahayana Stage Cultivators were collisions of Law, instantly causing the world to change color.

Ember Heaven Old Ancestor's expression changed, and daring not to be negligent in the slightest, four clusters of colored flames appeared around his body.

These four types of flame were the Sacred Fire Sect's Four Great Sacred Fires: the green Soul Burning Sacred Fire, the red Heaven Burning Sacred Fire, the white Nirvana Sacred Fire, and the golden Luminous Sacred Fire.

The four Sacred Fires contained different Laws, but under the control of Ember Heaven Old Ancestor, they began to merge and intertwine, finally forming a mass of black flame.

"Four Extremes Annihilation!"

Ember Heaven Old Ancestor's face was pale; clearly, executing this move placed an enormous burden on him.