Chapter 215: The Ancient Ferocious Beast

The surging flames soared into the sky, forming an airtight wall of fire that erupted from the ground with majestic force, closing in like a tsunami.

Lin Fan looked up into the sky, already having nowhere left to retreat. The entire sky had been engulfed in blood-red flames, and waves of scorching heat surged towards him like a tide.

Lin Fan’s face paled in shock. This was turning into a scene of fire engulfing the entire mountain. He finally understood why Xuan Yun had hastily hidden herself—she had known about this all along.

Damn that woman! She knew about this situation yet didn’t even bother to warn him. Was she waiting for him to be completely consumed by these raging flames?

Lin Fan scanned his surroundings, searching desperately for a place to take shelter.

Though the Hell of Flames was a forbidden zone, since disciples from sects still came here for trials, there must be ways to survive such phenomena. Otherwise, if this kind of disaster struck randomly, who could possibly endure it?

Lin Fan sprinted forward toward the central area, his eyes darting around for a suitable hiding spot.

The fierce flame beasts, however, were unfazed by the chaos. Instead, they raised their heads and let out long, resonant howls, as if welcoming the inferno itself.

When these flame beasts noticed Lin Fan, their eyes flared with bloodthirsty fury, and they charged toward him with terrifying ferocity.

“Get lost! I don’t have time to play with you lot!” Lin Fan wasn’t sure whether his “Indestructible Demon Body” could withstand this onslaught of flames. Though the fire appeared red-hot, black flames flickered within, and he had no idea what kind of fire it was. He dared not take chances with something unknown.

If he failed to resist it, he would truly die a pitiful death.

One flame beast lunged at him, and with a single wave of his hand, Lin Fan obliterated it.

*Ding! Congratulations on defeating a high-level先天 (innate) ferocious beast.*

These beasts weren’t particularly strong, offering little benefit to Lin Fan. He had no intention of lingering in battle and continued rushing toward the central region.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as a cave on a cliffside caught his attention.

Lin Fan moved like lightning, instantly diving inside. The cave’s passage spiraled upward, as if specially designed to escape the fiery torrent.

The Fourteenth Band of the Desert had been waiting for their leader to return, but after a long time, there was still no sign of him. As they were lost in thought, the ground beneath them suddenly began to tremble violently.

Sha Dulong and the others stared in shock at the distant horizon where the sky had turned a burning red, and a wave of heat rushed toward them.

Everyone was seized by terror, not knowing what had happened.

At the Xuan Jian Pavilion camp, Liu Lingfeng had just been brought back. Though he was not seriously injured, his mind still felt groggy, as if many things were still unclear to him.

At this moment, the heavens and earth changed, and the Flame Hell trembled, drawing the attention of the Xuan Jian Pavilion.

“What’s happening over there? Why hasn’t Senior Disciple returned yet?” a high-ranking female disciple of Xuan Jian frowned in confusion.

At that moment, a slightly older woman stepped out from the camp, her gaze fixed on the Flame Hell that had turned half the sky crimson. Her brows furrowed slightly.

“You come with me. The rest remain at the camp.” She then soared into the air, transforming into a streak of light, and sped toward the Flame Hell.

Inside the cave, Lin Fan quietly waited for the fiery tide to pass.

In his opinion, this forbidden land truly lived up to its name—throwing in surprises now and then that left one in awe.

Of the seven locations on the “Seven Sage Treasure Map,” the first one was already this treacherous. Who knew what the others would be like?

Once the tide passed, Lin Fan planned to hide first. That wicked woman was ruthless—she probably wouldn’t stop until he was dead.

At that moment, the entire cave began to heat up, and the temperature soared sharply.

But the rock composition was strange—Lin Fan struck the wall with a finger, yet left no mark. He hadn’t used his full strength, but if it were ordinary stone, it would have shattered under his strike.

No wonder it was a forbidden land—its rocks were this high-grade.

Just then, a red glow appeared at the cave’s entrance, and waves of heat began to rise, as if trying to pour into the cave.

But in an instant, the red glow flickered and vanished.

Lin Fan waited for a long time, unsure of what was happening outside. The previous wave of fire had been too spectacular.

At that moment, a piercing cry tore through the sky, carrying boundless authority.

It was the roar of a fierce beast.

Yet this cry seemed to pierce straight into the soul, sending a chill down one’s spine.

Lin Fan crept cautiously down the passage, wanting to see what kind of beast possessed such might.

He carefully approached the cave’s mouth, scanning the surroundings. When he didn’t spot that ugly woman, he couldn’t help but relax slightly.

But the moment he looked ahead, he froze in shock.

In the river of flames that split the Flame Hell in two, a bird-like beast soared through the fire, leaping forth majestically.

It had the head of a red-crowned crane, the hindquarters of a dragon, the neck of a snake, the tail of a fish, and its entire body was covered in dragon patterns…

It was a Fenghuang—Phoenix.

Lin Fan stood there, stunned. Having lived on Earth, he was familiar with the auspicious creature, yet he had never truly seen one.

Its outstretched wings spanned a hundred zhang wide, exuding a majestic aura. Its four long tails swept up endless flames.

Lin Fan swallowed hard. So this was the bird beast that Sha Dulong had spoken of. He hadn’t expected it to live in the Flame Hell.

Seeing its massive form, Lin Fan had no thoughts of challenging it. In terms of sheer size, it would crush him effortlessly. Its overwhelming presence alone was enough to instill fear—there was no room for hesitation.

At that moment, on a distant mountaintop, a group of figures stood watching the scene unfold in the Flame Hell, their faces filled with astonishment.

“How can an ancient fierce beast appear now?”

“A Fenghuang that has undergone four Netherworld Rebirths?”

“The immortal ancient fierce beast… the Fenghuang…”

The members of Xuan Jian Pavilion gazed at the spectacle before them, their hearts shaken. They had come to the Flame Hell merely to search for an item, but they never expected to witness an ancient fierce beast—an ancient Fenghuang that had experienced four rebirths.

Fenghuangs were among the ancient fierce beasts. Upon birth, they underwent their first rebirth, growing one tail.

With each rebirth, they grew another tail.

The Fenghuang before them now had four tails.

Just then, the heavens and earth changed once more. A pressure so immense it pierced the heavens suddenly enveloped the entire Flame Hell.

In the void above, a black vortex appeared, and from within it, a golden rope shimmering with divine light emerged.

The disciples of Xuan Jian Pavilion felt this overwhelming pressure and their faces turned pale.

Faced with such a terrifying presence, even they felt fear rising in their hearts.

Who was this? Could it be someone trying to capture the ancient fierce beast?

Lin Fan stared in shock as well. To him, all of this was just too damn overbearing.