150. Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame

Seeing her admit her mistake, Chen Xuan smiled faintly.

Snap!

With a flick of his fingers, the spatial barrier vanished instantly.

In an instant, everyone rushed forward, clamoring to become Chen Xuan’s disciple.

This left Qing Zhi speechless.

In the past, people would clamor to be his disciples.

Now, with Chen Xuan showing just a single skill, they all wanted to follow him instead.

“Is this a joke? How could they change allegiance so quickly?!”

With more pressing matters at hand, Qing Zhi dismissed the crowd and led Chen Xuan to an ancient stone hall.

Outside the hall stood a group of people, each exuding a terrifying aura.

At the forefront was a middle-aged man in simple linen robes. From the fluctuations of his aura, it was clear he was no weaker than Qing Zhi.

Especially striking were his golden eyes, vast and unfathomable like the void.

When the two arrived, the golden-eyed man stepped forward. “Qing Zhi, is this the helper you brought from outside?”

“Yes, Clan Leader,” Qingzhi replied.

The golden-eyed man’s eyes gleamed. “Impressive! At such a young age, already at the Samsara Realm. In time, he will surely become one of the top powerhouses in this world!”

Ding! Yuan Qian is astonished. Emotional Value +666.

“Thank you, senior, for the praise,” Chen Xuan said with a polite fist salute.

Just as Yuan Qian was about to ask why Chen Xuan had come to the Dragon Clan, Qing Zhi explained directly.

After hearing the explanation, Yuan Qian and his companions were stunned.

One person possessed five Ancestral Symbols?

How was that even possible?

Ding! Yuan Qian is astonished. Emotional Value +666.


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With little time to waste, Yuan Qian personally escorted them.

With a wave of his sleeve, a mysterious glowing formation appeared beneath their feet.

As space distorted, their figures vanished.

Moments later, they arrived at a boundless sea of black mist, all of it condensed demonic energy.

Chen Xuan’s Ancestral Symbol Collection Guide flickered brightly in response.

“My friend, this is the root of our Dragon Clan’s troubles. Can you resolve it?” Yuan Qian asked with a smile.

This was the Devil Prison sealed here by the Symbol Ancestor during ancient times—one of the three most terrifying in existence.

Over ten demon kings were said to be suppressed here!

From the black misty sea below came haunting, chilling wails, accompanied by countless massive serpents of demonic energy ramming the golden formation above.

Without the golden array, the Dragon Clan would have long been overrun by demonic energy.

Yuan Qian turned to Chen Xuan. “Well? Can you handle this?”

“I should be able to.”

Even with Chen Xuan’s modest response, Yuan Qian and the others were shaken.

In the past, the Dragon Clan had tried to solve this issue themselves, mobilizing over a dozen elders—enough to crush any sect—but they had been utterly powerless against the prison’s demonic energy.

Now, they were eager to see what Chen Xuan could achieve.

The closer they got to the prison, the brighter the Dark Ancestral Symbol glowed in Chen Xuan’s collection guide, as if sensing the presence of the Darkness Master.

Chen Xuan unleashed the power of the Spatial Ancestral Symbol, creating a barrier around himself as he dove in and vanished.


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Yuan Qian and the others watched with concern.

“Clan Leader, can he really do it?”

“Five Ancestral Symbols. Do you think that’s a joke?”

“Let’s hope he can.”

“No, I’m certain he can!”

“Our Dragon Clan’s hope rests on him now.”

“Still, isn’t it ironic? The great Dragon Clan relying on a human for salvation?”

Hearing the murmurs, Qingzhi said firmly, “I have a feeling he might surpass the Symbols Ancestor!”

“Really?” Yuan Qian asked, startled.

“Yes, that’s my intuition,” Qingzhi replied confidently.

Not all were convinced.

“Even with five Ancestral Symbols, that doesn’t mean he surpasses the Symbol Ancestor!”

“Short-sighted fools! Care to wager on it?” Qing Zhi challenged.

The elder hesitated, then laughed. “Fine! What’s the bet?”

“If Chen Xuan completely resolves this crisis, I win. If not, you win. Agreed?”

“Deal!”


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Meanwhile, Chen Xuan used the Chaos Ancestral Symbol to create a protective light shield as he ventured deeper into the demonic sea.

The surrounding demonic energy, upon encountering the shield, scattered like mice before a cat.

Beyond the mist, Chen Xuan saw a Dark Barrier inscribed with countless dark runes, similar to the Dark Ancestral Symbol.

A massive crack ran across the barrier, leaking demonic energy.

As he approached, a shadowy figure emerged, snarling from the crack. “Human! You’re doomed!”

“Oh, really?” Chen Xuan smirked coldly.

With a flick of his finger, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol transformed into an arrow, piercing through the shadow and repairing the crack with the Dark Ancestral Symbol.

To reinforce the prison, he added a sturdy spatial barrier.

Suddenly, another massive shadow charged at the barrier.

“Foolish human! Release us, and perhaps our king will spare you!”

“Annoying,” Chen Xuan muttered, forming the Devouring Ancestral Symbol into a spear.

With a powerful throw, the spear annihilated the shadow and purified the demonic energy in its path.

Even more serpentine figures began to swarm toward him, their crimson eyes filled with malice.

Without hesitation, Chen Xuan neutralized them one by one, leaving no trace of the corruption behind.

Chen Xuan felt a bit puzzled.

These shadowy demons clearly knew they were no match for him, yet they kept charging in recklessly.

Why? What were they trying to achieve?

Before he could figure it out, a clear, ethereal female voice echoed from within the dark barrier.

"Who dares trespass in the Demon-Sealing Prison?"

Chen Xuan's gaze pierced through the dark barrier.

He vaguely saw countless towering dark spires within, all bound tightly by black chains.

Although these chains showed varying degrees of corrosion, the ancient runes etched upon them still exuded a potent aura.

With a flicker of his figure, Chen Xuan moved closer.

Reappearing a moment later, he found himself before a black throne.

Seated upon it was a slender figure, her form shrouded in a faint, shifting darkness, making her features difficult to discern.

Although her physical body remained perfectly still, a doppelgänger hovered nearby, identical in appearance.

"You... You carry many familiar auras. Who exactly are you?" the doppelgänger asked, her cold, black eyes radiating immense pressure as they bore into Chen Xuan.

From Chen Xuan, she sensed the essence of her senior disciple, her junior apprentice, the Chaos Master , the Flame Master...

Even the essences of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, Thunder Ancestral Symbol, Space Ancestral Symbol, and the Chaos Ancestral Symbol.

And most shockingly...

The aura of the Dark Ancestral Symbol—her own talisman from years ago!

[Ding! Darkness Master has grown curious. Emotional value +999!]

Chen Xuan met the doppelgänger's gaze and spoke calmly, "My name is Chen Xuan. I've come to help resolve the issue with the Demon-Sealing Prison."

"You? Resolve the Demon-Sealing Prison?"

The doppelgänger chuckled coldly, her voice laced with frost. "A mere cultivator at the Samsara Realm dares speak such arrogance? Are all modern practitioners like this?"

She was unaware that Chen Xuan had already faced and vanquished countless demonic beings in the past.

[Ding! Dark Master has grown disappointed. Emotional value +666!]

Uh...

Chen Xuan hadn’t expected his goodwill to be doubted. He extended his hand and said, "Senior, you must recognize these."

“What?! You… You possess five Ancestral Symbols!”

The Dark Lord's cold, black eyes filled with shock.

"Does Senior still believe my words are mere boasting?" Chen Xuan smiled faintly.

“How did the Dark Ancestral Symbols end up in your hands?”

She vividly recalled entrusting the Dark Ancestral Symbols to a disciple before entering the prison, with instructions for it to be passed down through generations.

Could this man be a descendant of that lineage?

Chen Xuan replied, “That’s not important. What matters is that I can not only purify the demonic energy here but also accelerate your recovery.”

“Still, your strength is far too lacking,” she remarked, her tone softening.

Chen Xuan reassured her, “Senior, I have a method to quickly increase my power!”

He handed the Dark Ancestral Symbols to her, allowing its power to aid in her recovery.

Meanwhile, Chen Xuan activated his long-unused system lottery feature.

“System, ten draws!”

In quick succession, the system’s notifications rang in his ears.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the martial art Heavenly Finger of Joy!]

“...What?”

The name alone made Chen Xuan skeptical.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the martial art Golden Buddha Demon-Suppressing Palm!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the martial art God-Demon Ocean-Splitting Seal!]

Over eight consecutive draws, he obtained powerful, high-level martial arts techniques.

On the tenth draw, he obtained something extraordinary—Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame!

Ranked third on the Dou Qi Continent’s list of heavenly flames, the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame had the ability to cleanse and annihilate anything it touched.

Chen Xuan wasted no time mastering his new martial arts and unleashing the full potential of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame

Within minutes, the once-dense demonic energy of the prison had been entirely eradicated!

When the Dark Master finished her recovery and emerged, she was stunned.

“W-Where did the demonic energy go?”

“Oh, it’s gone,” Chen Xuan replied nonchalantly.

“You? Alone?”

“Mm.”

“How… How did you do it?”

The Dark Master stared at him, incredulous.

[Ding! The Dark Master has grown astonished. Emotional value +999!]