novelraw Chapter 478, Review
Chapter 478, Review
After settling Gongshu Xingyan in, Hua Changxi returned to Lingguang Palace.
Upon returning to Lingguang Palace, she made no stop and went straight to the Transmission Stone Cliff beneath the Transmission Hall.
Below the cliff, crimson magma churned like an angry dragon, and the heatwave distorted the void.
Hua Changxi's eyes were cold and clear. With a light touch of her toes, she plunged into the boiling sea of fire like a meteor falling into an abyss.
In an instant, crimson engulfed her figure.
Upon entering the magma, she unleashed the 'All Fires Converge' divine power, and within moments, a massive vortex of fire formed around her.
The originally raging magma instantly transformed into a torrent, surging wildly into the vortex.
Deep within the vortex, the murky, dark red flames transformed into a pure, refined stream of crimson gold light, which was then rapidly absorbed.
In this extreme heat, under the cleansing force of pure fire elemental energy, the hidden injuries within Hua Changxi's body were gradually peeled away and burned away, and the newly grown flesh shone brightly under the baptism of firelight.
As her body gradually healed, Hua Changxi slowly relaxed her mind and focused her consciousness entirely on perceiving her body.
This injury was arguably the most serious she had ever suffered since she began cultivating.
divine punishment
Recalling that overwhelming and irresistible force of annihilation, she still trembled.
The trip to the Ghost Realm was truly thrilling.
This was the closest she had ever come to death; life and death hung by a thread, and a slight misstep could have resulted in her soul being scattered.
But it also broadened her horizons greatly—the primordial order cannot be destroyed; once violated, it will bring divine retribution. And Ghost Mother Mountain and Ghost Infant River are the origin of the Ghost Realm.
Of course, while the crisis was dangerous, the rewards were also great.
Taking down the Ghostfire Well was secondary; what truly shook her was that the barrier to her realm that had troubled her for so long had finally begun to loosen.
Since she reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, she felt as if she were trapped in an invisible cage.
No matter how she tried to break through with her spiritual power, there was always a thick, iron-like barrier in front of her, keeping her firmly outside the Spirit Platform Realm.
However, at this moment, that seemingly indestructible iron curtain finally began to loosen.
Although it hadn't completely collapsed, the fact that it was loosening was a good thing, giving her hope for a breakthrough.
Another exciting discovery for her was that white sparks had begun to ignite deep within the black flames that had once plagued her like a malignant tumor on her nascent soul.
Although the white sparks were as faint as beans, seemingly about to be swallowed up at any moment by the dense black flames, they eventually lit up.
This ray of light, flickering unyielding amidst the black flames, signifies a fundamental transformation taking place.
However, she was somewhat puzzled by the appearance of the white Mars.
After entering the Ghost Realm Forbidden Area, from the moment she began to seize the Vermilion Bird Bone, her mind was constantly on high alert, so much so that she didn't even notice when the white sparks ignited or why they ignited.
Hua Changxi carefully recalled everything that happened in the Ghost Realm Forbidden Land, and felt that it was not much different from other adventures he had experienced before.
What exactly caused the white sparks to ignite?
Hua Changxi focused his mind and looked inward, fixing his gaze on the nascent soul above his dantian.
On the chest of the nascent soul, a thick, inky black flame was quietly coiled, and in that suffocating darkness, a few scattered white sparks flickered abruptly.
Based on past experience, fear fuels the black flames when faced with a life-or-death crisis.
Logically, after being bombarded by the Heavenly Punishment, the black flames on the Nascent Soul should have grown larger, but in reality, the black flames did not grow larger.
Even a few scattered white sparks are enough to stop the spread of the black flames!
"White flame." "Sun flame."
Could it be that the Floating Light Sword cleaved through the sharpness of Ghost Mother Mountain? No, I've wielded the sword countless times in the past, but I've never seen white flames before.
Or perhaps it was the carnage that consumed the Ghost Infant River with karmic fire? Probably not.
Could it be that they stole the Vermilion Bird Bone?
She rejected all external speculations. Since the black and white flames were flames of desire, the root cause must lie in one's state of mind.
"State of mind..."
During her journey to the Ghost Realm, only two things truly stirred her emotions: Jing Sheng and the Vermilion Bird Army.
Jing Sheng single-handedly guarded the Ghost Fire Well, sacrificing his own life force; hundreds of Vermilion Bird soldiers resolutely chose to sacrifice themselves to ensure the "Vermilion Bird Prison" would never perish.
Their resolute willingness to sacrifice themselves for righteousness deeply moved her.
Then, witnessing the Vermilion Bird Army being sacrificed alive by the Ghost Clan, she felt a surge of rage.
but……
Hua Changxi frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
This indignation and urgency based on camaraderie is nothing more than human nature, a natural, instinctive reaction. She had reacted much the same way in similar situations in the past.
The ignition of the white flame may be related to a change in mindset, but it should not be the main factor.
White flames can suppress the expansion of black flames. There is a clear opposition and constraint between the two. If it is fear that fuels the black flames, then can the white flames be seen as 'fearlessness'?
"Fearless."
These two words flashed through her mind, instantly shaking Hua Changxi and reminding her of her feelings when she saved the Vermilion Bird Army.
At that time, she only had the word "save people" in her eyes. She had no time to weigh or consider anything else, and she couldn't care less about fear. All she had in mind was her responsibility as the commander of the Vermilion Bird Army to save people.
So, what ignites the white flame is a fearless sense of responsibility?
But when it comes to responsibility and commitment, she believes she has done so in ordinary times as well.
For example, when the barrier of the Weapon Saint Palace exploded, she treated the injured for free, fulfilling her duty as a healer.
For example, the revival of the Dan Sheng Temple and the growth of the Vermilion Bird Army of the Ling Guang Temple—she has always been responsible in the face of problems and obstacles.
Why hasn't a white flame been ignited all these times?
Is there any difference between these feelings and the state of mind when rescuing people in the ghost realm?
Time slipped away as Hua Changxi pondered the Yin and Yang Flames. Even after her injuries were fully healed and her dantian was once again filled with abundant spiritual energy, she still couldn't figure out the specific trigger for the white flame to ignite.
However, she was certain that Bai Yan and a sense of responsibility were somehow connected.
Hua Changxi's body has fully recovered, her complexion is relaxed, and her aura is even more imposing due to the three-colored lotus that appears and disappears in her dantian.
Having refined the electric dragon formed from the power of heavenly punishment, her dantian and qi sea have undergone some changes.
In the center of the Qi Sea, three different colored fire lotuses sometimes solidify and bloom, and sometimes disappear into the void, exuding a breathtaking beauty and danger.
The red lotus is as red as blood, representing the raging flames of the Vermilion Bird; the green lotus is as dark as the underworld, representing the eerie flow of will-o'-the-wisps; the silver lotus dances like lightning, representing the condensation and explosion of thunder and fire.
The three violent forces that should have been mutually exclusive were now intertwined, forming a perfect and delicate balance.
The three-colored fire lotus slowly rotated, each rotation stirring up terrifying ripples of energy, as if it could incinerate everything at any moment. (End of Chapter)