God of Slaughter

Chapter 1158: Fusing Three Heaven Flames

Translator: Sigma_ Editor: SSins

All the vegetation in the valley withered and died.

A sturdy body sat still, his eyes closed. A beautiful flame floated in front of his glabella, which had different colors including scarlet, shining silver, dark green, and ice blue. It looked so magnificent.

A peculiar flower that had a face of a pretty woman was covered by that flame. The crystal shrouding the flower was slowly melted down, revealing its astonishing glamor. However, that beauty was wincing in pain and it looked so real as if it was a real pretty lady.

The flower was fiercely burned and it melted down into a transparent liquid that was then evaporated by the flame. However, it didn’t become steam but turned into some fine, long, fluid-like threads that looked like saliva. As the flame was illuminating it, it had many different hues.

A mysterious but deep feeling churned in Shi Yan’s heart. His co-soul seemed to be divided into different sections by those fine threads...

Many years ago, he had used the Heaven Flame Refining Divine Technique to create the co-soul from the Origin and the ten heaven flames with his Soul Seal.

At that time, he thought he had completed the soul fusion and that the ten heaven flames were integrated completely into one entity. However, he recognized afterward that the Heaven Flame Refining Divine Technique had just helped him create the co-soul. The distinctive auras of the ten different heaven flames had still existed in his co-soul. They hadn’t wholly fused with each other yet.

In the fountainhead of powers Upanishads, Yu Shan and Xuan Fei had explained to him and made him realize it wasn’t simple to fuse the heaven flames.

In the same area, he had tried to fuse the heaven flames with similar characteristics: the Purgatory True Flame, the Earth Flame, and the Vermilion Bird True Flame. They had become a brand new source of flaming energy, seizing a particular spot in his co-soul.

Today, with the power of the Seven-colored Spirit Flower, the auras of the eight types of heaven flames in his co-soul became distinguishing.

Eventually, the Seven-colored Spirit Flower was melted utterly into a viscous, transparent liquid. Each drop of this fluid could be stretched and elongated like soul threads filling his co-soul and contacting each of the heaven flames. It gave them a bridge to connect with each other...

The Seven-colored Spirit Flower fluid had a magical effect. It could guide the auras of the heaven flames that were easy to gather.

The Yin Spirit Ghost Flame, the Immemorial Demonic Flame, and the Corpse Vanishing Flame were different, but they seemed to have a subtle connection. Under the guidance of the transparent soul threads, they flew up, drifting and dancing in his co-soul.

His co-soul was now a crystal skull made of brilliant flames. He could see the different colored flames taking different areas in the skull. Some fine threads like soul fibers scattered around the skull like a net. He then saw three flames in green, blue, and ash-gray colors from the three points of a triangle flying towards the center.

That center was the glabella of the transparent skull where a fierce soul energy fluctuation was emitted.

The green color flame was the Corpse Vanishing Flame, the blue one was the Yin Spirit Ghost Flame, and the ash-gray one was the Immemorial Demonic Flame. The three different colored flames slowly moved. Eventually, they congregated in the center of the skull, right beneath the glabella.

The tearing-brain pain swarmed over Shi Yan’s soul. Not only was his co-soul flickering rapidly, his host soul, the soul altar, and even his God Body felt like thousands of sharp razors were cutting through. This terrible pain made Shi Yan scream and screech in this valley where no one could see him.

His shrieks and howls were like those of a wild beast and his screams reverberated and traveled far away. It would’ve made the hair on people’s napes rise if they heard him.

While he was screeching, the three flames in green, blue, and ash-gray were turbulent like boiling water. They twisted with each other like three ribbons that were inseparable. Slowly, they became one.

In a desolate valley in the Center of the ancient continent, Shi Yan was enduring the pain of heart-cutting to fuse his heaven flames.

By a pond not really far from him stood a silent, beautiful figure. She was frowning and looking at the pond.