As soon as the flame figure finished speaking, Xiao Mu's face paled.
Being recognized by a noble ritual implement was something to be proud of. But now, the ritual implement was abandoning him. One could imagine how he felt.
Behind him, everyone was surprised. Ye Futian's talent had been recognized by another noble ritual implement.
As long as he agreed, Ye Futian would be able to wield two noble ritual implements. This would undoubtedly be a great boost to his abilities. Although the flame intent figure had not been very polite to Ye Futian before, it was still a noble incarnation. Now that it was willing to help him, there was no reason not to accept it.
This was a rare opportunity.
The flame figure stared at Ye Futian. He naturally knew that he had not been friendly before, but he had once been a noble figure. How could Ye Futian refuse to help Ye Futian and give him a noble ritual implement?
But Yu Sheng did not think so. The scepter had humiliated Ye Futian many times before. Now that he was begging Ye Futian to accept it, he was still so confident? In reality, Yu Sheng had been extremely unhappy after the first time he rejected Ye Futian. It was already not easy for him to hold his temper until now.
"You think you're worthy?" Yu Sheng said coldly, returning the words he had said to Ye Futian before.
The flame figure frowned and looked at Yu Sheng.
"What did you say?" the flame figure asked coldly.
"Someone at the pinnacle of the Dharma Plane is not as good as someone in the First Level Dharma Plane. How dare you change your master? What use do I have for you?" Yu Sheng walked up and said coldly, "You're asking for someone to take you in and you're so confident. You think you're worthy of being used by him?"
"How dare you!" The flame figure scolded coldly. He was formed by noble intent and was being humiliated by a junior in the First Level Dharma Plane. This was outrageous.
"Yu Sheng, you're wrong," Ye Futian suddenly said. Yu Sheng and the Flame Will both looked at Ye Futian. Everyone else looked at Ye Futian as well. He smiled and stared at the flame shadow.
Yu Sheng had a bad temper but Ye Futian seemed to know what was best for him.
Hearing Ye Futian's words, the flame figure looked satisfied. "Don't worry. Since you have such strength, you'll be even stronger with my help."
Ye Futian looked at him and smiled. "Are you worthy?"
The eyes of the flame will flashed as it stared at Ye Futian. Everyone else looked at it as well, not understanding what it meant.
"Are you playing with me?" the will of the flame said coldly.
Ye Futian did not look at him. Instead, he said to Yu Sheng, "What are you thinking? Although this guy is a bit of an idiot, can't we just kill him? It's a Noble level ritual implement after all. Can't we just sell it if we don't use it?"
Yu Sheng was stunned by Ye Futian's words. Then, he grinned and his anger disappeared. He scratched his head and said, "You're right."
Everyone around stared at Ye Futian, dumbfounded. This …
Not to mention whether or not Ye Futian could kill his opponent, if he could, then the power of the ritual implement would be greatly reduced in the relic. Was he really not going to use it?
The flame will's expression turned ugly. It glared at Ye Futian and said coldly, "Are you humiliating me?"
"You're too noisy, so you can disappear now." As Ye Futian finished speaking, the will of the emperor surged into the guqin. However, this time, the prince's will in the guqin seemed unwilling to cooperate. The will had once been a Noble of Loulan.
Coldness flashed in Ye Futian's eyes. So what if it didn't cooperate?
The will of the emperor was forcefully activated, and then his fingers plucked the strings of the guqin. In an instant, the sound of the guqin rushed directly into the war drums. The sound of the drums shook the sky, and instantly turned into a terrifying battlefield. The sound of the guqin and the war drums intertwined and turned into an even more violent will power. A terrifying storm directly engulfed the flaming figure.
"How dare you!" The flame will shouted coldly. It was originally formed by will. At this moment, it was burning crazily, resisting the incoming storm.
"Kill!" Ye Futian snorted coldly. As soon as he said "kill", the music sounded again. The aura increased and the war drums shook the sky. It was the music of the Chaotic Nation that could tear everything apart.
As the storm swept past, the flame will yelled, "You madman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the two storms swept past and erased the flame will.
The people behind him trembled inwardly as they stared at the handsome figure in white. He was indeed crazy. He'd erased the will of a noble ritual implement that others couldn't get. He didn't deserve to use it. What an arrogant guy.
"Yu Sheng, keep it for now," Ye Futian said with a smile. Yu Sheng nodded and walked forward to put the scepter away. Xiao Mu watched from the side but didn't dare to stop him. Earlier, he'd been injured by Ye Futian with the ritual implement. Now that he didn't have the ritual implement, he was no match for Ye Futian. Naturally, he wouldn't stop Yu Sheng.
Ye Futian walked towards the Book of Flames and reached out to take it. In an instant, the Book of Flames seemed to turn into nothingness. Flame runes floated in the air, each of them containing a powerful intent.
Ye Futian's will enveloped it. Then, he felt the will of fire merge into his will.
At that moment, Ye Futian had a strange expression. The Book of Flames was actually so magical.
He released the Sun Dharma. Under the guidance of the will, the characters formed by the Book of Flames merged into the Dharma, becoming the power of the Sun Dharma. At the same time, the flame characters were imprinted in Ye Futian's mind.
"He's received fate again. That Book of Flames can probably increase the power of his Dharma," everyone said, staring at Ye Futian. Xiao Mu's expression was the worst. He couldn't do anything to Ye Futian now. After leaving, he'd think of a way to strip away his will and steal his fate.
The Book of Flames might've helped his noble fate evolve to mid-level noble fate. Now, it was stolen by Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked back at Virgin Loulan Xue and smiled apologetically. He couldn't be blamed for this, could he?
Now that the Book of Flames had merged with the Dharma, he couldn't exchange it with Ancient Loulan.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said. The Black Wind Eagle immediately flew forward. The group of people climbed onto the Black Wind Eagle and continued forward.
Seeing Ye Futian leave, everyone followed. Even if they couldn't do anything to Ye Futian now, they had to at least follow him and see how far he could go.
Now, they understood that without the ritual implement's approval, they wouldn't be able to gain anything from the relic with their own strength. The relic had existed for so many years. Countless prodigies from Ancient Loulan had set foot here. Now, Ancient Loulan had invited all the powerful cultivators to enter, but in reality, Ancient Loulan had already taken everything out.
To Ancient Loulan, they were probably desperate to obtain the treasures they'd never been able to obtain. That was why they'd invited the prodigies from other cities.
Gazing at the figure on the Black Wind Eagle, no one expected the person in the relic to be a first-level Dharma Plane cultivator. Qian Yang, Zhao Han, and the others were even more surprised. Qian Yang thought that while Ye Futian was talented, his plane was too low. Everything would be under his control.
On the Black Wind Eagle, Ye Futian's will entered the guqin. He asked, "Do you know where Loulan's treasure book is?"
"I don't know." The Prince's tone was rather cold. He had not wanted to wipe out the fiery figure just now, but Ye Futian had forcefully activated his power. Even though the power he had activated was much weaker due to the Prince's resistance, he had still used his powerful will to activate the will power within the war drum. The resonance of the guqin and drum had directly wiped out the fiery will.
"You're a manifestation of noble intent. You're too arrogant." The prince's will in the guqin seemed displeased.
"Is noble intent very strong?" Ye Futian asked. "Can't you feel what level my intent is?"
"What level?" The prince asked after a moment of silence. He could feel that it was strong but he didn't know what level it was.
"Emperor's intent," Ye Futian replied telepathically.
His godfather had instilled many ideas into him since he was young. He'd seen Senior Snow Ape and Divine General Donghuang. He'd once exploded with true emperor's intent. In his eyes, the Noble Plane wasn't an unreachable existence. It was only a plane in cultivation.
He'd kill the Noble Plane sooner or later. He had to kill Emperor Luo of the Nandou Nation.
Therefore, many people thought he'd forgive the flame figure but he'd erased it.
"Are you kidding?" the prince asked.
"It's a pity I can't use its full power. I can only use it in a simple way. You won't be able to see it in the future." Ye Futian didn't argue with him. "Show me the way."
The Black Wind Eagle flew forward. There were many troops below but they were ignored.
In the distance, there were many ancient palaces. They seemed to be the emperor's residence.
However, Ye Futian frowned. There was a terrifying aura in front of them. Battle cries shook the sky as if a terrible battle had erupted.
"Someone seems to have broken into the emperor's palace," Ye Futian said, looking forward. The place that the prince had brought him to was the most central area of the ancient relic. It was probably the most dangerous place there.
If there were intruders, it should be the four in the Barren City. They'd left immediately after getting the ritual implement. Were they heading straight here?
As he continued forward, he saw a large group of figures appear on the stairs in front of him. Many of them were clad in armor, like a frightening army. This army even had many high-level Dharma Plane generals clad in purple and gold armor. However, at this moment, they were all clustered around a single figure.
The figure stood in the center of the crowd and was extremely dignified. He wore a simple robe without armor but had an unparalleled aura like a true Noble.
The figure looked at the approaching Ye Futian and the others. His dignified eyes were cold. Were there more people coming to die?
Back then, the emperor of Ancient Loulan had died with them but had set up a matrix to train the descendants of Ancient Loulan. He'd hidden the treasure in the matrix. Since that was the case, they'd kill whoever came!
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