Special Talent: Flame Incarnation of Myriad Forms.
This ability allowed him to replicate all things in the world using various extreme flames, restoring their capabilities to a certain degree. He could even mimic people—the more familiar he was with the target, the higher the fidelity.
For instance, Yan Zhen had once conjured the Beautiful Female Master’s Extreme Flame Form, capturing at least ten percent of her power.
And ten percent of the Beautiful Female Master’s strength was no small matter. It even surpassed what he could muster now.
This was an utterly freakish Creation Authority-level talent.
To be precise, it was a variant form of Creation Authority.
In his previous life, he had only grasped this power after reaching the Emperor Realm. With it, he replicated the Ancient Top Ten Gods and numerous Mystic Saint powerhouses from history, achieving near-perfect fidelity. The Flame Emperor alone had become a one-man planar force.
In his previous life, during the battle against the demon god on the Divine Martial Continent, he had unleashed the secret art of Flame Incarnation of Myriad Forms to decisively slay the foe. Later, upon arriving in the Great Luo Main World, this heaven-defying technique had propelled him to fame in a single clash.
Leaving aside those hazy memories, even his trump cards and special trump cards had been forged this way—including five summoning cards:
Flame-Headed Sanzang, Stick Wielder, the 87 Million Gilded White Dragon, Social Person Peppa, and Slay-Monk.
Each condensed concepts and images familiar to Yan Zhen.
The question was: why had a power he only mastered at the Emperor Realm in his previous life awakened ahead of schedule, spurred by the Nirvana Fruit?
Yan Zhen pondered for a moment and concluded it must be tied to the Little Pitiful Fire Seed.
When he consumed the Nirvana Fruit earlier, the fire seed had stirred. Clearly guided by it, the fruit’s miraculous medicinal power had stimulated this Creation Authority talent—or rather, allowed him to wield this force prematurely.
Having just awakened, he couldn’t achieve high fidelity yet. It would take extensive practice before it became truly usable.
The Nirvana Fruit’s effects were comprehensive. Beyond his mystic power cultivation, his physical body and divine soul had also advanced. His divine soul had risen from the True Realm to the Mid True Mystic stage, while his body had progressed from Body Refining Great Accomplishment to Complete Great Completion.
After swallowing a Fasting Pill, Yan Zhen entered seclusion once more. He intended to harness the lingering medicinal power of the Nirvana Fruit to push his mystic power cultivation straight to the Supreme Realm in one go.
Seven days later, a pillar of fire erupted from Holy Son Peak, piercing straight to the heavens and linking with the firmament. The clouds across the entire sky then transformed into flames, turning the sea of clouds into a vast crimson inferno, like a twilight glow at dusk.
The entire Jialan Holy Land trembled. Even the Seven Peaks Peak Lords emerged one after another to observe.
With their keen eyesight, they could tell at a glance that a Supreme Domain was taking shape.
Such domineering Fire Mystic Power—who else in the Jialan Holy Land could wield it but Holy Son Yan Zhen?
“Your Highness Holy Son has ascended to the Supreme Realm so quickly?”
The various Supreme experts were all stunned, and the peak chiefs were equally dumbfounded.
They were still striving to elevate their Mystic Ancestor Realm star ratings—the highest was Cloud Immortal Peak Chief Xiao Fang at Eight-Star Mystic Ancestor, while the lowest, Snow Spirit Peak Chief Bing Tang, was merely Four-Star Mystic Ancestor. They were still far from the Mystic Venerable Realm, yet Yan Zhen had already attained Supremacy?
During the Seven Peaks Consecutive Battle, his cultivation had clearly lagged behind theirs.
The peak chiefs couldn’t help but sigh inwardly with deep emotion. The other disciples gazed at him with worship in their eyes—especially the female disciples, including Cousin Sister Yudie.
To her, Yan Zhen was simply too outstanding, dazzling to the point where she couldn’t even look directly at him.
At this moment, she was much like Mi Xue’er or Xiao Xinyan from his previous life—lacking even the courage to pursue him, convinced she could never match him and able only to quietly admire his figure from afar.
As for Gu Tiange, Wen Canglan, and Ling Fei—the trio once hailed as the Jialan Three Elites beneath the Holy Son in his previous life—they were heaven’s proud sons, each a prodigy who could battle beyond their realms, brimming with youthful vigor. But now, they could no longer keep pace with Yan Zhen.
Wen Canglan was essentially ruined. Neither he nor his entire Wen family found favor with Snow Supreme anymore; they scraped by on Snow Spirit Peak, lost among the masses.
Ling Fei’s talent was outstanding within the Holy Land, but far from top-tier. His opportunities hadn’t arrived yet.
Gu Tiange, on the other hand, was a true dark horse. Under Wind Supreme’s guidance, his cultivation advanced at breakneck speed, positioning him to become a “Sword Venerable.” Yet even a swift dark horse couldn’t catch a divine dragon soaring through the nine heavens.
It was worth noting that Big Brother-in-Law Xiao Mie had also graduated smoothly from Holy Land Academy and arrived in the Jialan Holy Land.
Now at the Mystic General Realm, he served as a lower-peak disciple on Thunderclap Peak. Along with his fellow disciples, he gazed up at the fiery sea in the sky, his mind swirling with thoughts that ultimately resolved into a faint smile.
He hadn’t been Yan Zhen’s match for a long time now, but this guy was his brother-in-law, someone who had to call him “big brother-in-law.” Xiao Mie had already won far too much.
He resolved to cultivate in the Holy Land for another three to five years, reach the Mystic King Realm, then return to Garo Kingdom to inherit the family business. He would bring Silver Moon City Xiao Family to the capital and establish it as the kingdom’s fourth great clan.
Life holds dreams for all, each shining in their own way.
The aerial sea of fire gradually converged, forming an ultimate domain spanning one hundred and eight zhang. The moment the domain fully stabilized, its name surfaced in Yan Zhen’s mind:
Blazing Fire Incinerates the Firmament.
Once Yan Zhen’s cultivation reached the Mystic Saint Realm, this Supreme Domain “Blazing Fire Incinerates the Firmament” would evolve into the Cave Heaven World “Firmament Fire Domain.”
Sensing the surging, tidal mystic power within him, Yan Zhen threw his head back and let out a long howl. Supreme might swept outward, sending a shiver through everyone in the Jialan Holy Land—even the Jialan Seven Sages.
He withdrew his mystic power and aura, exhaling a breath of stale air. Gazing down at the women who had gathered to watch over him, Yan Zhen descended slowly to land before them.
“Master, I succeeded.”
Chen Xi reached out and ruffled her precious disciple’s head.
“Congratulations, Zhen’er. Rest for the next couple of days. In a few days, your master will teach you how to refine your domain.”
Yan Zhen nodded.
“Thank you, Master.”
The Jialan Fairy appeared as well, publicly announcing rewards for Yan Zhen. The Seven Peaks Peak Lords then stepped forward one by one, each presenting celebratory gifts.
From this day forward, Yan Zhen could stand on equal footing with the Jialan Fairy. During council meetings, he could rightfully position himself at her side.
Yan Zhen thanked them all one by one, then led his women back to the Chenyan Cavern for a small private banquet.
Typically, when a Holy Son or Holy Daughter ascended to Supremacy, a grand Supreme Banquet would be held, inviting forces from all sides to proclaim the Holy Land’s might and let them witness the next Holy Lord’s brilliance.
But Yan Zhen preferred to keep a low profile, so he canceled it and celebrated quietly instead. Cai Lian, Zi Ji, and Long Ying had also recently advanced to the Supreme Realm, making it the perfect occasion to rejoice together.
“Lord Yan Zhen, Qing’er toasts you. Congratulations on your ascension to Supremacy.”
With Cai Lian’s encouragement, Qing Ling was unusually forward.
She had come to the Jialan Holy Land precisely to get close to Yan Zhen. But he had been in seclusion these past days, leaving her no openings. Now, with them finally seated together for a meal, she cast aside her maidenly reserve and lavished attention on him.
Yan Zhen clinked glasses with her, a touch of apology in his voice.
“I’ve been in seclusion lately and neglected you, Qing’er. I should be the one toasting you.”
After the banquet, the women attended to Yan Zhen’s bath together, letting him experience the utmost earthly bliss.
As night fell, Yan Zhen had intended to continue pampering his wives and concubines when a transmission arrived from his Evil Consort Master:
“Come to Dead Peak at once, Yan’er. This Palace has words for you.”
