Chapter 301: Cangxiang Ziwu’s Greatest Wish

Lu Zheng used his soul consciousness to control his body and Yu Er Dan's body too. Every moment, his Sea of Consciousness shook vigorously from Chiemi's occasional soul screams.

Many of the Changshou Tong Race's flying skulls had attacked them but with the aid of the Vermillion True Flame, they could barely pose a threat to him.

However, since he was controlling two separate bodies, his battle strength had fallen considerably.

"Lu Zheng" Yu Er Dan called out to break the silence.

"What is the matter?" Lu Zheng asked curiously.

"These two Mystical Flames…" Yu Er Dan mulled over her words as if thinking of the best way to present them. "Is it possible for you to trade one of them?"

"Trade?" Lu Zheng was puzzled. He did not understand her words.

"Ziwu's greatest wish as an alchemist is to obtain a Mystical Flame. She believes it would increase her refinement path abilities" Yu Er Dan spoke gentle.

Lu Zheng immediately understood Yu Er Dan's words. She wanted to purchase one of his Mystical Flames.

He understood how much enticement a single Mystical Flame held towards an alchemist, especially a Grandmaster alchemist. He was an artificer in his past lifetime and knew that the stronger the flame used during refinement, the better the end result.

This was why many Master alchemists and artificers worked near volcanoes or places with strong geothermal presence. They were harnessing the Earth Flames present in such places.

Cangxiang Ziwu was a Grandmaster alchemist. It was unknown if she would ever surpass her limits and become a Great Grandmaster. But if she used a Mystical Flame, perhaps she could easily cross the barrier.

"The Nirvana Flame has merged with my soul through a method I cannot comprehend" Lu Zheng calmly stated as a pink ball of Nirvana Flame formed above the palm of his host soul.

"This means that I have inept control over it and with every passing moment, this control deepens. The Nirvana Flame cannot be taken from me unless my soul perishes"

The pink ball of flames rolled all over Lu Zheng's host soul like a playful pet but in Yu Er Dan's eyes, it was the exact opposite. She felt Lu Zheng was a small child toying with a very deadly snake. The smallest of mistakes could end the child's life.

However, with Lu Zheng's demonstration, she understood that Lu Zheng was being honest with her.

"And the crimson flame?" Yu Er Dan was still hopeful.

"The crimson flame is the Vermillion True Flame and it is one with my bloodline" Lu Zheng explained with a smile.

An expression of fear and shock soon found its way to Yu Er Dan's face as she exclaimed inwardly: "The Vermillion Bird Race!"

…..

Kyosuke, Makato and the seven other members of the Changshou Tong Race stood around a small formation with a crude heart beating at its centre.

The crude heart was engulfed by the blue flames of the Spectral Spark Flame and a strong aura gushed from it. The strong aura was like the waves of a sea that crashed against the limits of the formation but despite its overwhelming power, it was unable to destroy the formation.

"The heart of the Progenitor" Kyosuke clasped his palms together.

"The Changshou Tong Race clansmen remember his sacrifices" Makato and the others recited in an ancient language.

The environment suddenly became sombre as the Changshou Tong Race clansmen paid their respects to their ancestor. To them, he was like a god that was to be worshipped and respected.

After a while, Kyosuke opened his eyes and turned to Makato: "Are you still with Aimi's space pocket?"

"Hmm" Makato nodded in the affirmative before holding out his left hand. His thumb and index finger were pinched together with an empty space between them.

Kyosuke opened his fore-eye and sighed with relief. Since Aimi was dead, he had believed that her pocket space would have perished with her. Luckily, he had told Makato before to ensure to keep it safe.

He stretched his and out and collected the empty space from Makato. It was Aimi's pocket space.

"Kumiko" Kyosuke called out.

Kumiko nodded and her vertical slit parted to reveal a purple fore-eye. The rings in the fore-eye turned and the patterns glistened. Golden runes appeared from nowhere before her palms.

The golden runes formed a circle that encircled her tender looking palms which she moved around to form a strange seal. The black rings in her fore-eye turned as light Essence was expended.

The formation shook like it was being struck by hammers. The barriers of the formation that surrounded the crude heart extended and retracted from time to time.

Kumiko was attacking the formation.