AWB Chapter 290 Hell Fire
Chapter 290 Hell Fire
Lacquer wood is an anomaly among spiritual plants.
Unlike spiritual herbs and flowers, which prefer to grow in secret realms with abundant spiritual energy and fertile soil, the lacquer tree only grows on the steepest cliff edges.
It is entirely black, dislikes sunlight, and hides in darkness. Its harsh growing environment causes it to stay away from other spiritual plants and always grow alone.
The lacquered wood is incredibly hard; neither floods nor lightning can damage it in the slightest.
It neither flowers nor bears fruit, and even its few leaves are pitch black, emitting a burnt smell.
Compared to other spiritual plants that can be used to treat and save lives, the lacquer tree grows in the worst environment, yet it has no medicinal value whatsoever.
So what difference does it make whether it exists or not?
This indestructible lacquered wood can withstand severe damage; it won't be damaged by water or cut by a knife. Even lightning cannot knock it down, and it can maintain its sturdy form even when scorched by fierce fire.
However, there is a flame that can burn it to ashes.
That is divine fire.
Phoenix fire is the most intense of all divine fires.
"elder sister!"
Xie Wanning's body plummeted uncontrollably towards the ground like a kite with a broken string, the wind whistling past her ears, but her gaze remained fixed on Xie Wanxun.
"Using your body to block my attack, how 'touching'." Fusang smiled contemptuously, clapping her hands rhythmically, a hint of smugness appearing in her eyes: "However, Xie Wanxun, you don't really think you can stop my golden silk by yourself, do you? That's wishful thinking."
"Fizz!"
The golden threads surged forward like a dragon, bypassing Xie Wanxun's body and flying towards Xie Wanning.
Xie Wanxun's gaze fell on Fusang, her eyes showing no fear, but a smile playing on her lips.
"Don't think about it!"
Her hands were clenched tightly, and in her palm was a plum blossom hairpin.
Xie Wanxun closed her eyes and squeezed the plum blossom hairpin tightly.
With a crisp "crack," the plum blossom hairpin, which had been given as a birthday gift, cracked inch by inch in Xie Wanxun's palm, jade fragments falling in a shower.
Just as the hairpin shattered completely, a faint crimson light rose from the wreckage. In the blink of an eye, the light transformed into a raging inferno, becoming a phoenix poised for flight, its flames billowing and its power overwhelming, instantly engulfing Xie Wanxun.
The moment the demonic energy and the phoenix fire came into contact, the purple netherfire was like a blooming lotus flower, its petals unfurling, dazzlingly purple, burning intensely, dancing wildly in the air, illuminating the surroundings in a splendid display.
The golden threads were enveloped in the ghostly fire, the intense heat causing them to tremble, their golden light obscured by the purple flames.
As the fire spread, the countless golden threads began to smoke. Then, one by one, the once-sturdy threads snapped and vanished under the ravages of the flames, leaving only charred marks as a testament to the destruction.
The phoenix bathes in flames, burning away the ashes of the underworld; the flames of the underworld fill the sky, obscuring the heavens.
Xie Wanning plummeted straight down, her vision blurred as she fell.
Xie Wanxun watched as Xie Wanning finally disappeared from her sight, and she closed her eyes with satisfaction, no longer having any worries.
"You ants, how dare you defy me!"
Fusang's voice seemed to carry endless rage, shaking the entire divine realm. Every word was like a thunderbolt, carrying the anger and resentment of the Heavenly Dao.
However, the passage between the realm of gods and the human realm had long been blocked by the Netherfire, making it impossible to pass through.
Fusang's face flushed red with anger, and an unquenchable rage surged within her.
Human world.
A white figure plummeted from the sky at breakneck speed, like a bird with broken wings. Her hair was whipped about by the wind, and her clothes fluttered wildly in the gale like a tattered flag.
Closer and closer, Xie Wanning was getting closer and closer to the ground.
However, the person who could have caught her was no longer there.
Just as Xie Wanning was about to fall to the ground, the Luo Ze sword at her waist suddenly drew out, caught Xie Wanning, and carefully placed her on the ground.
Luo Ze Sword circled Xie Wan Ning a few times before quickly returning to its sheath.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wanning finally opened her eyes.
At first, everything was blurry. As her vision cleared, the sound of explosions became clearer, and the scene before her eyes made Xie Wanning's eyes widen in shock, and she unconsciously covered her mouth.
One after another, hideous cracks were torn open in the sky, and rolling fiery clouds surged in, blotting out the sun and plunging the human world into darkness.
From the gaps in the dark clouds, blinding and eerie divine fire surged down, carrying enormous rocks, and crashed into the human realm with the force of thunder, like a whip of divine punishment, crashing down from the crack, leaving a scene of desolation wherever it went.
The majestic city was instantly transformed into a sea of fire under the ravages of the divine flames. Wooden houses were set ablaze, crackling and burning, with scalding flames licking at the bricks and tiles, producing a sizzling sound.
Panic gripped the people as they fled in all directions, their cries and pleas for help mingling and piercing the air of despair. In the streets, children, separated from their parents, wept helplessly amidst the flames; elderly people stumbled and were pushed to the ground by the surging crowd, only to be engulfed by the fire in an instant.
In the fields, crops were set ablaze by divine fire, turning into charred ashes that drifted away in the wind. Rivers boiled, steam billowed, and fish and shrimp struggled and leaped in the scalding water before falling silent.
The mountains and forests were in a state of utter devastation, with towering trees snapped in half by the fire and burning fiercely. Birds and beasts fled in all directions, but had nowhere to hide and ultimately perished in the inferno.
The once prosperous human realm was transformed into a purgatory by the attack of the divine fire, a scene of devastation and unbearable horror.
"How could this be?!" Xie Wanning's breath hitched, her body seemingly frozen and unable to move.
Looking at the devastation on earth, her heart ached terribly.
"Help...help! Someone please save me!"
Suddenly, a scream rang in her ears. Following the direction of the sound, Xie Wanning saw a girl trapped in a sea of fire. The flames had already burned the hem of her clothes, and her face was covered in ash and dust.
Xie Wanning stood up and instinctively flew towards the girl on her sword. With a wave of her hand, the flames instantly extinguished. Xie Wanning landed steadily in front of the girl.
"Are you alright?" Xie Wanning asked worriedly as she helped the girl up.
The girl looked up, about to say thank you, but her expression changed the moment she saw Xie Wanning.
"Get out of my way!" The girl shoved Xie Wanning away forcefully.
Xie Wanning looked at the girl in confusion, only to see the girl raise her hand high, as if to hit her.
"What are you doing?" Xie Wanning grabbed the girl's hand, her brows furrowing slightly.
The girl struggled, her voice filled with rage: "It was you gods who sent down this damned divine fire! Half a month after this fire descended, my parents, my brother, and all my relatives died… They're all dead! It's all the gods' fault!"
The girl became increasingly agitated, her voice choked with sobs.
"It's all your fault. Give me back my parents and brother..."
She regained her balance, then collapsed to the ground, bursting into tears. Her chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by sobs, the sound of her crying echoing in Xie Wanning's ears.
Xie Wan gazed at the girl, her eyes filled with heartache. Her eyes were slightly red, and her lips were gently pursed, but she couldn't utter a single word.
"Are you alright? Don't be afraid, I am a disciple of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, I'm here to save you." A loud voice rang out from behind Xie Wanning.
A cultivator riding a tiger quickly arrived in front of Xie Wanning. He helped the girl up and carefully placed her on the tiger's back.
When he turned around and saw Xie Wanning, his eyes lit up with surprise: "You, you are Sect Leader Xie? That's great, you're finally back."
As he spoke, the cultivator craned his neck and looked around, his tone filled with anticipation: "Where is Senior Sister Su? Sect Leader Xiao has been waiting for Senior Sister Su to return these past few days!"
Xie Wanning recalled Su Anying, who died after being entangled in golden threads, and felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
The cultivator's eyes dimmed, and he looked at Xie Wanning, his tone quite urgent: "Sect Leader Xie, do you know where Senior Sister Su went?"
Xie Wanning remained silent.
The cultivator trembled uncontrollably, his voice filled with disbelief: "Senior Sister Su, she... hasn't returned?"
In an instant, Xie Wanning's nose stung with tears. She dared not look into the cultivator's eyes any longer and could only flee as if running away on her sword.
Finally, Xie Wanning flew into an empty cave. As soon as she landed, she collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face like a torrential downpour.
Why? Why was she the only one who returned? It was her idea to negotiate with Heaven. As a result, all her friends and relatives died at the hands of Heaven, and only she survived.
If she hadn't dragged others to the realm of gods, would so many people have been spared the sacrifice?
"Sister, Qin Muyang, Senior Sister Zhong..."
Xie Wanning's choked voice echoed in the cave. Her voice was hoarse and desperate, and tears streamed down her face, soaking her clothes.
It's all her fault. In the first place, she shouldn't have been searching for the chosen one, and she shouldn't have involved so many people.
A faint black mist enveloped Xie Wan Ning, and the gold in her eyes gradually gave way to scarlet, leaving them empty and helpless. She trembled violently, like a ship about to capsize in a storm.
"What are you crying for? I'm not dead yet, and you're already crying like this."