Chapter 1518: Chapter 1616: Flame Emperor

The Ancient Lamp of Flame God is known to have seven lamps. This is a fact known to many martial artists since ancient times, as the prestigious reputation of The Ancient Lamp of Flame God is widely recognized. These artifacts, crafted by the Ancient Flame Emperor, have incited countless frenzied contests for power since the Flame Emperor perished.

Fang Lin now possesses all seven Ancient Lamps of the Flame God. However, he was shocked to come upon an eighth lamp.

“How is there an eighth lamp? Could the common knowledge be mistaken?” Fang Lin’s brows furrowed slightly as he stood inside the cave, looking up at The Ancient Lamp of the Flame God amidst the flames.

In the next moment, the four Ancient Lamps of the Flame God from Fang Lin’s Nine Palace Bag, as well as the three inside his body, all flew out.

Fang Lin couldn’t even stop them, nor did he intend to. If that one above were truly The Eighth Ancient Flame God Lamp, it would definitely be connected to the seven lamps he had.

At this moment, Fang Lin saw the seven Ancient Lamps of the Flame God he brought with him encircle around the eighth lamp, each radiating fiery light.

Eight clusters of flames illuminated the entire cave as bright as day, the hot air arising wave after wave, making this place feel as sweltering as a Pill Furnace.

Fang Lin looked astonished. Judging by these circumstances, it really was The Eighth Ancient Flame God Lamp; otherwise, the seven lamps would not have reacted this way.

Amidst the swirling flames, the fires of the eight lamps intertwined, and amidst those roaring flames, Fang Lin vaguely saw a figure, as majestic as a mountain, as imposing as the ocean, as if the entire world was under his feet.

Fang Lin’s brows raised slightly, instinctively uttering, “Flame Emperor?”

The figure naturally did not react, being just an illusory image that vanished in a flash.

However, at that moment, from the eight Ancient Lamps of the Flame God, beams of light flew out, converging to form a gateway.

It was a fiery portal, and through it stepped a person.

Fang Lin watched the man, who also looked down at Fang Lin.

Outside the Extremely Yin Cave, the woman in white suddenly changed her expression, sensing something and wanting to rush into the ancient cave.

The elder hastily tried to stop her, but the woman, as if crazed, insisted on charging into the Extremely Yin Cave.

“My husband!!!”

The woman in white shrieked miserably, with the energy of the Corpse Emperor Pill releasing bursts of corpse energy, making her grow stronger.

The elder was utterly shocked. What’s going on? Why has the mistress suddenly become so agitated?

The woman in white furiously attacked the array, trying to break into the Extremely Yin Cave. Although she was a corpse, she felt the aura of the Flame Emperor from the past, and now she just wanted to see the Flame Emperor again.

“What is this ghost up to?” Inside the Extremely Yin Cave, the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng complained as it was knocked over by the Green-haired Corpse King.

Deep within the Extremely Yin Cave, Fang Lin and the person from the fiery portal faced each other, Fang Lin standing rooted to the spot, while the man showed a faint smile.

“So, these eight lamps have all been gathered by you, the younger generation?” the man spoke, completely stepping out from the fiery portal.

The person was dressed in a white robe and looked rather handsome. Despite the smile on his face, he radiated a formidable aura.

Fang Lin took a sharp breath, saying incredulously, “Flame Emperor isn’t dead?”

“No, no, no, I am already dead. What you see is merely the essence dispersed within the eight lamps, which will soon dissipate completely,” the Flame Emperor said with a light smile, appearing quite amiable.

Fang Lin showed a look of reverence, saying, “I pay my respects to the Yuan Emperor.”

The Flame Emperor descended, coming up to Fang Lin, and looked at him with interest.

“Not right, not right. You’re no ordinary person, let me take a closer look.” The Flame Emperor said, his eyes flashing with golden light as if he intended to see through everything about Fang Lin.

Fang Lin looked embarrassed and dared not make any rash moves. Although the Flame Emperor was dead, the person before him was transformed from the essence, qi, and spirit left in the Eighth Ancient Flame God Lamp, presumably no ordinary being.

“You!” The Flame Emperor suddenly widened his eyes, showing a look of astonishment.

Fang Lin looked puzzled, what’s wrong with me? Did flowers sprout on my face?

“Senior?” Fang Lin clasped his hands, clueless.

But the Flame Emperor kept staring intently at Fang Lin, his expression extremely grave.

“I’ve discovered something,” the Flame Emperor said earnestly.

Fang Lin, seeing him like this, also felt somewhat nervous. What did the Flame Emperor discover? Could it be related to myself?

The Flame Emperor took a deep breath and looked straight at Fang Lin, “I’ve discovered that you are actually more handsome than me!”

Fang Lin: “****”

If it wasn’t for the fact that this guy came from the door of flames, Fang Lin really wanted to punch him straight in the face.

After holding back for a long time, so you were seriously intending to say just that?

Fang Lin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, his expression was complex and tangled.

“Cough cough, just joking. But you, kid, do look quite handsome. I bet a lot of young girls out there like you,” the Flame Emperor laughed heartily.

Fang Lin looked helpless: “Senior, didn’t you say we were short on time? Is there time for idle chatter?”

The Flame Emperor scratched his head, seemingly also feeling that it was indeed a bit out of place to talk about these irrelevant things at this moment.

“Well, back to the main point, I am already dead, just as you see. Only by gathering the Eight Ancient Flame God Lamps can my essence, qi, and spirit be awakened. I don’t wish to delve too much into the affairs of the past. Now I want to ask you, how many Martial Lords exist in the outside world currently?” The Flame Emperor asked.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin didn’t know why he would ask this but shook his head: “Since the ancient times have ended, no Martial Lords have appeared.”

The Flame Emperor heard this and frowned immediately, his face full of confusion.

“That shouldn’t be, what about Fang Qingye? What about Mo Shouhe? What about Hou Yi? Are they all gone?” The Flame Emperor pressed on.

Fang Lin still shook his head; of course, he concealed the fact that his father, Fang Qingye, was still around.

“What? Not a single Martial Lord? Could it be that the affair back then was a failure?” The Flame Emperor seemed restless, appearing somewhat worried.

Fang Lin looked at him, about to speak, but then saw the Flame Emperor suddenly staring into his eyes.

“You kid, you’re not telling the truth. I can clearly sense the presence of Fang Qingye and Mo Shouhe on you,” the Flame Emperor stated, wearing an expression that seemed to completely see through Fang Lin.

“By a fortunate coincidence, I became the successor of the Supreme Saint Hall and also acquired something left by Fang Qingye, hence the presence of these two Martial Lords,” Fang Lin said, his demeanor quite calm, showing no signs of flaws.

The Flame Emperor eyed Fang Lin doubtfully, stroking his chin.

“If I’m not mistaken, you look very much like someone.”

PS: First update, got up relatively early today.