Otherworldly Desert Dust - Chapter 590 - 545: Another Breakthrough in the Fire God Realm
Wu Hen didn’t act impulsively.
He even stepped barefoot into the Bronze Coral Forest, letting the Nether Acid burn his ankles.
From his confrontation with the Black Sky Lord, Wu Hen had realized the most direct and effective way to stimulate his tactile perception: using his own flesh to sense the pain caused by surrounding matter.
Pain has its categories and levels—indeed, once willpower is tempered to a sufficiently high realm, the so-called sense of pain diminishes. It begins to feel more like eating chili peppers: at first, even mild spice can make one sweat profusely; but as the body adapts, heavier spice is needed to excite the nerves, and it even becomes addictive.
Though Wu Hen wasn’t a masochist, humanity’s genetic programming for pain was designed to evolve stronger combat abilities. Only by fully accepting every instant of pain could the body become sharper, faster, unconsciously avoiding harm while surpassing its limits.
Wu Hen now aimed to transcend himself, elevating his tactile perception to a higher realm. Only through enhanced tactile senses could he achieve unity of thought with his tiny avatars, and once this unity occurred, he hoped to communicate with the elemental particles on an entirely new level. Whether or not it was the Spirit Dominator Realm didn’t matter…
“Crack!”
A sharp pain surged from the crystals breaking beneath his soles.
He had to admit, it really hurt. The sensation was comparable to stepping on shards of glass coated with sulfuric acid back when his body had not yet achieved transcendence.
Wu Hen endured, beginning to carefully trace the flow of this Bronze Curse…
Drawing on the backflow from his previous Spirit Fusion, Wu Hen released himself to merge with the surrounding fire particles. Soon, this direct contact allowed him to clearly perceive the invasive “flower-stained purple blotches” consuming the fire particles. They gnawed relentlessly along the energy pathways of fire elements, devouring the flesh of the fire energies!
Wu Hen’s fingertips lightly touched a flame about to extinguish. At that moment, his tactile nerves surged dramatically, finally allowing him to empathize with the fire particles—he tasted their agony under the enemy’s persecution. Every flame was like a firefly riddled with festering sores, its light and heat barely sustained despite its disintegration.
This made Wu Hen feel somewhat ashamed.
The fire particles had already struggled immensely to preserve the dignity of their newborn Fire God.
Wu Hen had only been taking from them, and now even the distant fire particles trembled at the sight of those bonded to Wu Hen working like beasts of burden. They dared not approach, nor heed his commands.
It was time to give back, to let all the fire particles feel their leader’s care.
“Whoosh!”
Earlier, some Nether Acid Rain had splattered onto Wu Hen’s arm, where the skin had undergone bronzing. Wu Hen decisively tore this rotting skin away, letting his magma-like fiery blood spill into the air.
Within the blood, the undigested Fire Honey Essence boiled, transforming into countless minute fire filaments. These microscopic blood filaments pierced into each fire particle, simultaneously providing both fuel for their extinguishing flames and forging a stronger, harmonious blood-tact resonance.
The “decayed” fire particles trembled collectively.
Through Wu Hen’s tactile perception in the microscopic vision, he saw the fire particles injected with Blood Honey Energy shed their hardened, necrotic shells, igniting new buds of fiery flames within!
The Fire Buds, clearly more vigorous and fervent, thrived exuberantly.
Shedding their purple blotches, they were reinfused with boundless vitality; their growing Fire Buds merged together, forming a golden Fire Domain, resembling thousands of Divine Mountain Sacred Orchids.
Wu Hen brought his hands together sharply, causing every bronze coral in the battlefield to ignite spontaneously. This wasn’t ordinary flame—it was the resonance of countless Flame Spirit Buds creating Pure Karma Sacred Orchids. Every Sacred Orchid blossomed by burning the root of the Bronze Law.
The Bronze Bitter Face creatures revealed their first expressions of terror.
The human face reliefs on their shells began to melt, and the Yin Cao Evil Fire ignited on their Earth Ant Purple Crystal Limbs was reverse-devoured by the Red Lotus, transforming into Red Gold flames!
The Fire Domain Sacred Orchids manifested as the Extreme Yang force, stripping away cold darkness like the oppressive sun. The Bronze Bitter Face creatures’ bodies were scorched with innumerable holes; these holes began regenerating coral matter for self-repair. Yet, this time Wu Hen’s flame-obliterator law dominated undisputed, making their resurrection futile against the annihilation caused by the Fire Domain’s hyperthermal power.
“Though I don’t know what connection you have to our Nuwa God End, or what ancient grudges linger, since you’ve been cast into the depths of the earth, you might as well remain fossils—ancient bronze relics eliminated by the tides of time!” Wu Hen walked over the Divine Orchids, striding toward the crust creatures. Wherever he passed, the Bronze Curse shattered entirely.
The final Sacred Orchid bloomed between the bronze human face’s brows.
The annihilating hyperthermal power of the Sacred Orchid burned this face into ashes. Within the ashes, a hint of a resentful aura emerged—perhaps a malevolent soul from an ancient era, once worshiped as a god by humans. Yet its inherent savagery ensured its ultimate overthrow by humanity, eternally sealed beneath the earth.
To ensure no trace remained, Wu Hen expanded the Fire Domain, sending that wisp of malevolent soul to eternal rest.
The enormous, bizarre shell of the crust creature finally disintegrated. Even its millions-of-years-old fossilized interior couldn’t withstand Wu Hen’s Fire Domain annihilation, crumbling into black ashes indistinguishable from the minuscule black dust of the Ashen Land.
“The little sapling grew again. This stuff makes great fertilizer!” Wang Rui said joyfully.
Wu Hen withdrew his overwhelmingly powerful Fire Domain, glancing at the Soul Nesting Wood they had been protecting.
The Soul Nesting Wood had grown to the diameter of a young girl’s wrist, reaching a height of three to four meters. They only needed to wait for it to bear soul flowers, and their efforts would be complete.
Wu Hen’s gaze stretched toward the horizon. He couldn’t help but feel curious about the extraterrestrial material the Black Navigators had dropped onto this land—what was it capable of, awakening such extraordinarily bizarre crustal life forms?
Wu Hen had a hunch that these crust creatures during their long ages had likely fed on Nuwa God End, like the Guanyin Worms—a natural nemesis to Nuwa. Though hidden underground, excluded from the otherworldly food chain, their survival meant their eventual resurfacing would pose immense dangers to future generations.
“Rat, what’s the situation? Have you detected any traces of them?” Wu Hen attempted to communicate with Rat.
“Heh heh, they’re panicking again. They seem to be increasing their dosage of extraterrestrial material. I can take samples back. There’s no way this substance won’t leave traces! Speaking of which, if I were the Black Navigators and saw you breaking through body limits level after level in battle, I’d be afraid too. And this is just your host body—what kind of potential must your true form possess?” Rat remarked.
