đ Chapter 1023 - Flame Patriarchâs Complex Feelings
Wang Baole felt a headache coming on as he looked at the pair in front of him. He had long since known the truth about the Raging Flame Galaxy, so he knew that Fifteenth Senior Brother, who liked inducing other people to say bad things about the Flame Patriarch, was in fact a clone of his master. Thus, he never fell into the trap, and the only thing that came out of his mouth was praise.
But now⌠Seeing that Xie Haiyang had fallen into the pit that Fifteenth had dug for him, Wang Baole felt extremely emotional.
âMaster really knows how to play⌠Beating himself up is okay, kowtowing to himself is also barely understandable, but now heâs trying to trick his disciple into badmouthing him. What kind of hobby is thisâŚâ Wang Baole felt his head hurt. Thinking about everything Xie Haiyang had done for him recently, he couldnât bear to let him screw himself over like this, so he cleared his throat and interrupted.
âHaiyang, youâre drunk.â
âDrunk? How can I be drunk with only this much?!â Xie Haiyang suddenly raised his head, and the resentment that had accumulated in his heart over the past period of time suddenly seemed to erupt.
âToo right!â Fifteenth pounded a fist on the table, and his gaze as he looked at Xie Haiyang was one of admiration. He quickly voiced some words of support.
âHaiyang, I like your attitude. You should know, our Raging Flame Galaxy has always emphasized speaking your mind. Let me tell you, Iâve long been dissatisfied with Master. There are no outsiders here, so just say whatever you want!â
âGrandmaster dug a pit and waited for me to fall into it, heâs too evil!â Xie Haiyang had endured for a long time, and he could no longer hold back his discontent. After speaking, his whole heart seemed to feel lighter. He picked up the wine jug and took a long gulp.
Wang Baole felt helpless upon seeing this scene. Giving up, he closed his eyes and meditated at the side, completely ignoring Xie Haiyang and Fifteenth. Thus, with Fifteenthâs constant prodding, Xie Haiyangâs complaints about the Flame Patriarch poured out like a flood. He didnât notice the dark light shining in the depths of Fifteenthâs eyes.
The next day⌠Just as Wang Baole had guessed, Xie Haiyang received a decree from the Flame Patriarch after waking up with a hangover.
The decree ordered him to groom the divine ox⌠For Wang Baole, who cultivated the Star-Sealing Art, such an order was an opportunity. But for Xie Haiyang, it was clearly a punishmentâŚ
After all, the old oxâs size was dependent on its mood. And when Xie Haiyang went to groom it, it was clearly not in a good mood â the vast figure he saw was more than ten times larger than when Wang Baole took his turn.
Although Xie Haiyangâs cultivation base wasnât bad, it would still take at least half a year to finish grooming the entire ox.
Thus, the bewildered Xie Haiyang was thrust into hard labor⌠Seeing all this, Wang Baole felt extremely emotional.
âXie Haiyang, ah Xie Haiyang, I gave you numerous hints, you canât blame me for thisâŚâ Shaking his head, Wang Baole began pondering over the second layer of the Star-Sealing Art.
In the following days, the Mortal Planets that Xie Haiyang had sent people to purchase arrived. Wang Baole quickly sealed them into his star chart, causing its power to grow ever mightier.
Just like that, three months passed. With Xie Haiyangâs help, Wang Baole finally sealed ten thousand Mortal Planets into his star chart. At the same time, he successfully reached the second layer of the Star-Sealing Art!
Moreover, after reaching the middle stage of the Planet Realm and reading all sorts of ancient books from the Flame Patriarch, the nine natural laws of Wang Baoleâs Ancient Planets had also improved quite a bit.
Among them, the one that improved the most was the natural law of fire. This was precisely what the Flame Patriarch wanted to see; thus, after assessing Wang Baoleâs cultivation and while Xie Haiyang was occupied with grooming the old ox, he taught Wang Baole a divine ability unique to the Raging Flame Galaxy.
Its name was⌠the Flame Spirit Curse!
The Flame Patriarch cultivated the law of fire, and his mastery over it had already reached the pinnacle, splitting into endless types of different techniques. Among them, his curse arts were famous throughout the entire Never-Ending Dao Domain.
For example, when Wang Baole accepted the Flame Patriarchâs mission in the past, he received a curse mask that could forcibly reduce the cultivation base of anyone below the Planet Realm. That curse mask was just a minor spell within the curse arts branch.
âIf you want to talk about the true curse arts, I call it⌠Heaven Obeys My Will!â The Flame Patriarch uttered in a deep voice as he stared at Wang Baole.
Wang Baole felt excited. In fact, at the beginning, he had wanted to learn the Flame Patriarchâs curse arts very much. But after arriving in the Raging Flame Galaxy, his master never brought it up. Although Wang Baole had asked, the Flame Patriarch had never given an answer.
Now, his masterâs opening words, made Wang Baoleâs eyes instantly light up.
âIn general, it can be divided into three realms. The first realm is called Hopes Cannot Be Suppressed!â Noticing Wang Baoleâs excitement, the Flame Patriarchâs expression grew gentle. But soon, his eyes revealed a harsh light.
âThe second realm is called Resentment Cannot Be Extinguished!
âAs for the final realm, since my hopes cannot be suppressed and my resentment cannot be extinguished, I can only force heaven to obey my will. Everything in the universe must move according to my will!
âBaole, this is Masterâs Dao. Using flames as the foundation, and evolving into⌠the Dao of Curse Arts!â When he spoke to this point, although the Flame Patriarchâs voice was calm, Wang Baoleâs heart trembled violently.
âHopes Cannot Be Suppressed, Resentment Cannot Be ExtinguishedâŚâ Wang Baole fell silent. He recalled the tale of his masterâs past that Little Missy had told him, and thought about the one-man show of the Raging Flame Chief Planet.
Indeed, his masterâs hopes could not be suppressed!
Indeed, his masterâs resentment could not be extinguished!
âAlthough there are three realms to this Dao, your master still hasnât reached the level of Heaven Obeys My Will. Iâve lingered in the second realm, Resentment Cannot Be Extinguished, for far too long⌠However, no one dares to provoke me. Even your senior brother, Chen Qingzi of the Underworld Sect, wouldnât want to provoke me unless absolutely necessary. That is becauseâŚ
âI have three great curses. Once I unleash them, even a Divine Emperor will die! This is the reason the Never-Ending Clan allows me to just kill their members and doesnât retaliate. However, the price of unleashing these curses is⌠the complete erasure of my existence from the cycle of reincarnation!
âAs long as I donât violate the bottom line of any single one of them, but instead offend all of them to a controlled degree⌠no Divine Emperor would dare fight me to the death!
âThis is why Iâm overprotective of my disciples, and why Iâm considered a madman who acts without scruples. All of this is because I have nothing to fear!!â The Flame Patriarchâs words were like an erupting volcano, shaking the entire Raging Flame Galaxy. Wang Baoleâs breathing hastened. At that moment, he finally understood his master, the Flame Patriarch.
âBaole, what Iâm teaching you today is the foundation for the first realm. Itâs called⌠the Flame Spirit Curse!â As he spoke, the Flame Patriarch raised his right hand and suddenly touched Wang Baoleâs forehead.
The curse artâs inheritance surged into Wang Baoleâs mind, causing him to feel like his head was about to explode as huge amounts of information appeared.
It wasnât until a long time passed that Wang Baoleâs panting slowly subsided as he regained some of his energy. When he looked up, he could no longer see the figure of the Flame Patriarch anywhere. Instead, a voice that seemed to come from the void echoed in his ears.
âBaole, you have half a year. In half a yearâs time, as a young master of my Raging Flame Galaxy, you will go to Reverend Heaven-Learnedâs birthday celebration to pay respects⌠There, you will receive a chance at heavenâs mandate that your master secured for you!â
Wang Baole trembled. Cupping his fists, he bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Master!"
There was no response even after Wang Baole waited for a long time. Thus, still shaken by his newfound understanding of curse arts, Wang Baole left his masterâs pagoda. At the same time, far away in the sky, the divine ox being groomed by Xie Haiyang slowly opened its eyes. In the depths of its gaze was a profound sadness.
âYour master is a coward⌠because I still canât make up my mind and seek mutual destruction. Because my resentment cannot be extinguished. Because I can only bring one Divine Emperor down with me, not the entire Never-Ending Clan!â
The old oxâs voice was too quiet for anyone else to hear its words. Although Xie Haiyang was right next to it, he couldnât make out the words, only feeling that the old ox had spoken.
âSenior Ox, what did you say?â
âI said, you little brat, why arenât you cleaning my butt? Donât you see that itâs dirty?â