Chapter 1030: Going Out Without Checking the Almanac

If I could obtain it, wouldn't it instantly elevate the "Azure Flame True Art" to mastery? Following that, my "Voidstream Fire Energy" would also advance significantly!

According to the Divine Lord of Five Elements, achieving mastery in any one of the five Voidstream Energies would give birth to the elemental origin of that energy. If the origin of fire were to manifest, wouldn't I become impervious to all fires in the world? And what terrifying power would it then possess?

Instantly, Jiang Fan's heart pounded wildly. Without hesitation, he abandoned Elder Yunhuo and rushed directly towards the supreme emerald sacred flame.

However, Jiang Fan was clearly not the only one who discovered it. The Fire Worship Cult Master sensed it too, gasping, "Why has the Underworld Ghost Flame from the earth's core also erupted? This... this is a mystical flame that even late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators fear!" His eyes immediately blazed with fervor. If he could refine this flame, his seven-aperture Nascent Soul cultivation would allow him to fearlessly confront even an eight-aperture Nascent Soul expert. He might even be able to gravely wound a berserk nine-aperture Nascent Soul cultivator with it. He immediately soared into the sky.

The Grand Yin Sect Master also noticed the extraordinary nature of the flame, a look of profound apprehension on his face. A formidable mystical flame was a bane for martial artists like them, who primarily cultivated Yin energy. The Underworld Ghost Flame before him made him feel deeply uneasy. He had no doubt that his Yin energy, cultivated over many years, would melt away like paper in the presence of this flame. Furthermore, even his refined Yin corpses would lose control under its influence. He couldn't let it fall into someone else's hands. Otherwise, it would certainly become a great problem for the Grand Yin Sect. He immediately rushed forward as well.

The Master of Jiangshan First-Class Pavilion let out a long laugh, "Indeed, the best is yet to come!" He tore open a spatial scroll, teleporting to the very front a step ahead of others. The expressions of the strong cultivators present changed drastically, and they shouted in rebuke.

"Stop!""Get away! This mystical flame belongs to our Fire Worship Cult!""Don't touch our flame!"

The Master of Jiangshan First-Class Pavilion chuckled, striking the green flame with his Sacred Flame Token.

However, a black shadow swept in with incredible speed, seemingly tearing through the void. It was the Grand Yin Sect Master, who, with visible distress, released a strange raven phantom, somewhat resembling the raven tattoo on Venerable Evil Crow's face. It snatched the Underworld Ghost Flame in its beak and fled into the distance. Although it rapidly disintegrated under the searing heat of the Underworld Ghost Flame, it managed to bring the flame close enough to the Grand Yin Sect Master.

But before it could escape a few steps, the Fire Worship Cult Master's gaze locked onto the raven. With a shake of his body, a surge of blazing flames erupted from within the raven, incinerating it. The Underworld Ghost Flame once again became ownerless.

The strong cultivators from various sects showcased their extraordinary abilities. They fiercely vied for it. The sky was interwoven with arcs of colorful divine arts, dazzling and captivating to the eye. For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish one person from another.

Jiang Fan's eyes gleamed with insight. In the past few days, he hadn't used the Void Fishing Rod, and its three daily uses were still available. According to his previous test of fishing for Hua Wuying, as long as he focused his mind and locked onto a target, he could seize it across the void. Therefore, he flashed into the main hall of the Fire Worship Cult. Then, he decisively took out the Void Fishing Rod and, with a thought, cast it out.

At this moment, the Grand Yin Sect Master and the Fire Worship Cult Master were locked in a fierce battle over the Underworld Ghost Flame. Both were just a step away from seizing the Underworld Ghost Flame. And as they were engaged in their heated struggle, a rift suddenly appeared beneath the Underworld Ghost Flame without warning, and with a whoosh, a golden fishhook emerged, dragging the Underworld Ghost Flame into the void. By the time they realized something was wrong, the Underworld Ghost Flame had vanished into thin air! When they sensed it again, it was surprisingly within a great hall.

Jiang Fan, having reeled in the Underworld Ghost Flame, immediately put away the Void Fishing Rod before anyone noticed. This treasure was even more coveted than the Underworld Ghost Flame and absolutely could not be discovered by others. After putting away the fishing rod, he took out the Sacred Flame Token and slapped it onto the terrifyingly hot Underworld Ghost Flame. With a whoosh, the Underworld Ghost Flame was absorbed into the Sacred Flame Token. Then, without a second thought, a Cloud Shadow broke through the hall.

When the Grand Yin Sect Master, the Fire Worship Cult Master, the Master of Jiangshan First-Class Pavilion, and others arrived, they were met by Jiang Fan soaring into the sky atop a lightning dragon. Everyone shouted loudly, simultaneously attacking Jiang Fan, attempting to intercept him! But the lightning dragon was too fast. It vanished from sight in an instant.

The Grand Yin Sect Master, enraged, exclaimed, "Before this Sect Master, how could I let a junior escape?" He took out a man-sized mirror as black as ink, and low-roared towards the direction Jiang Fan had vanished: "Heaven and Earth as a prison, all paths return to one! Come back!"

Whoosh!

Jiang Fan, who had clearly been fleeing straight into the distance, suddenly felt the surrounding space warp into a circle. The lightning dragon traversed a full circle, instantly returning to its starting point. Before he could even understand what was happening, the Grand Yin Sect Master and the Fire Worship Cult Master simultaneously attacked. Both were seven-aperture Nascent Soul cultivators, and their attacks were so powerful that describing them as capable of moving mountains and filling seas would be no exaggeration. How could Jiang Fan possibly withstand them?

Without a moment's hesitation, he employed the "Banished Immortal's Drunkenness." As he silently chanted the incantation, a mysterious soul fluctuation swept over everyone nearby. He was currently a four-aperture Nascent Soul cultivator, and anyone whose soul power didn't exceed his by three tiers would be affected. Even seven-aperture Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't avoid it. The moment the incantation was uttered, the Grand Yin Sect Master and the Fire Worship Cult Master both swayed, their consciousnesses momentarily sluggish. Their attacks halted. The Master of Jiangshan First-Class Pavilion, who had somehow appeared behind Jiang Fan, swayed even more precariously. As he was only a five-aperture Nascent Soul cultivator, the effect on him was much more severe.

Jiang Fan cast him a sidelong glance. This fellow was cunning! Seizing the opportunity, he once again used Cloud Shadow to escape. However, he didn't waste effort fleeing into the distance again, as they had already controlled the surrounding space, making escape futile. He could only hide. The Spirit-Concealing Divine Talisman from Mount Sanqing proved to be very useful. Glancing towards the depths of the Fire Worship Cult, he teleported inside.

The Grand Yin Sect Master was the first to recover, angrily exclaiming, "Brat, you also master soul secret arts?" He launched a palm strike at Jiang Fan through the air. Jiang Fan's expression changed, and he decisively took out the Heaven-Monitoring Treasure Mirror, deflecting seventy percent of the force back. The remaining thirty percent struck him, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the entrance of a Fire Worship Cult underground palace. He couldn't hold onto the Sacred Flame Token in his hand, and it flew out immediately.

Suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, he quickly got up. He reached out to grab the Sacred Flame Token. Unexpectedly, an old man suddenly appeared before the Sacred Flame Token, bending down to pick it up, and said: "Young man, don't carelessly discard good things. Keep it safe."

Jiang Fan subtly breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward, saying, "Thank you, elder..."

However, as the old man straightened up and looked towards Jiang Fan, and as Jiang Fan finally got a clear look at him, their eyes met, and both were momentarily stunned. Jiang Fan reacted first, reaching out to take the Sacred Flame Token as if nothing were amiss. But no matter how he tugged, the token seemed to be stuck fast in the old man's palm, refusing to budge.

The red-faced old man stared intently at Jiang Fan, "Is that you?"

Jiang Fan's gaze flickered, "It's not me! Senior, you've mistaken me for someone else."