The Gentleman at the End -
Chapter 432 - Chapter 432: Chapter 430: The Offspring of Evil Sun
Chapter 432: Chapter 430: The Offspring of Evil Sun
A square brazier built of special stone,
burned with intense, scorching flames that seemed regular. While the firelight was a warm yellow, wrapped within was a layer of white. This white flame-layer seemed alive, breathing with the rhythm of the flames, as if it were slumbering.
When Yi Chen gazed at the bonfire,
it was like a fly stuck on ointment, his consciousness firmly affixed to it,
even though he stood twenty meters away. He suffered the most direct combustion, which not only warmed his body but also scorched his consciousness.
Those in the past who failed to acquire the Flame did not do so because the ritual failed,
but because they simply could not endure the direct scorching from the bonfire. Before even getting close, their consciousnesses were cleansed to the point of idiocy, and their bodies charred, tossed into the brazier like burnt charcoal.
This is also why one could hear the sound of flesh charring along the mountain trail, because too many had died in the process. When this reached a certain extent, this part of dying merged with the environment, instilling a reverence for the bonfire in climbers from the very start.
Yet Yi Chen was entirely different from the typical climbers,
his body and consciousness not only felt no discomfort but even relished the scorching from the ancient Evil Sun.
As Little Grape itself possessed the Evil Sun Attribute, Yi Chen as a symbiotic entity was incredibly familiar with this heat, even affectionate, and was eager to make the firewood his own.
Gradually,
Yi Chen’s flesh and blood body, embodying Pain, began to twitch under the scorching of the firewood.
The “Thorny Iron Chains” within his body reacted. Under the scorching flames of the Evil Sun, it felt pain, it danced, it yearned, it spun, seeming to use the scorching to forge the chains to a higher purity.
Strands of pain symbolized by needle stings pierced through the skin, softening and swaying, appearing as slender, short iron-like tentacles, urging Yi Chen as the host to cast his body into the brazier for tempering.
Just as Yi Chen was stepping forward, prepared to get closer to the bonfire, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and caught the edge of his clothing,
“Teacher, please wait a moment! I just felt an abnormal ‘greed factor’ overflowing from your thoughts. Although I’m well aware that as a student I shouldn’t meddle in these matters,
the bonfire before us holds significant meaning for the whole Old World. If you try to seize it, you could completely disrupt the balance of the Old World, possibly plunging you into a chaotic vortex–far too dangerous.”
Yi Chen never ignored others’ advice, let alone from his own student.
A dark substance spilled from his Madness Brain, allowing rationality to swiftly take over. He stopped in his tracks and asked, “Thirteen, why do you say that?”
“Because the firewood burning in this bonfire isn’t a fragment of the Evil Sun…It existed even before the fall of the Evil Sun.
According to the records, it is the Evil Sun’s second son, the white flame–‘Ozun’.
From the moment of its birth, it was bestowed with an eternal mission, to become one with this mountain range that connects to the sky, severing the line between life and death, restricting contact between the living and the dead.
It is precisely because of its presence, even after the fall of the Evil Sun, the dead are still restricted in their movement, most being confined beyond the valley. Any of the dead daring to approach the bonfire would suffer the most direct scorching of the Evil Sun.
Having both the Evil Sun Attribute and the Death Attribute in your body, close contact would undoubtedly lead to unimaginable reactions, even destabilizing the bonfire… Once the balance is disrupted, disaster will ensue.”
“I knew it~ This thing must have been there before the fall of the Evil Sun. And while I was watching it, I vaguely sensed the vitality hidden by the bonfire,
the Evil Sun’s second son, so that’s what it is.”
Yi Chen, leveraging the absolute control his Madness Brain had over his body, pressed all the thorny chains back into his body. “Thirteen, you go and embrace the Flame~ I’ll wait here for you.”
“Thank you for your trust, Teacher.”
Thirteen, heedless of the heat, stepped forward.
As she approached the bonfire, a large amount of white smoke immediately rose around the brazier, making it difficult for the normal eye to see what was happening inside,
but the Ashen Eye provided by Little Grape allowed a rough outline to be seen–a figure wearing a crown emerging within the bonfire.
Frail, long skirt, indeterminate facial features.
The white individual reached out to hold the candle atop the thirteen heads, infusing it with a special flame. During this process, the candle trembled slightly and seemed on the verge of cracking and collapsing.
Eventually, it stabilized and accepted the flame.
As the mist dissipated, when she returned, the candle atop her head now nested a layer of white flame as vivid as living life.
As Yi Chen watched and felt the glow of the white flame, his body seemed energized, his strength probably increased by about 10%, and the umbilical cord within him seemed quite excited.
It was precisely this white flame that allowed the living to traverse the gorge and visit the dead.
At that moment, the little grape inside him transmitted a message, “Hey! William, shouldn’t we give it a try? We might get some good stuff from between the bonfires, enhancing our embers.”
“We’ll go later. We’ve just arrived in the Old World, and we should try not to touch these ‘critical nodes’ that could sway the world’s balance.
“The reason we were stopped in Black Mouth City was not because of the ‘risk avoidance’ cited by the person in charge wearing the crow helmet, Renato, but because he saw my uniqueness, used risk avoidance as an excuse to lead us up the mountain, trying to influence, shake, or even extinguish this bonfire.
Even if we really could affect this bonfire, we’ll wait until we are allowed by our strength, that is, after passing through the ‘Path’.”
“Alright, alright~ Hurry to the Original Tomb to seize other enhancement opportunities, quickly find the Path suitable for you, and when you are strong enough, remember to come back here and pluck those two grapes for me from the Crow.
There’s plenty of firewood everywhere; indeed, there’s no need to touch this dangerous fellow.”
Yi Chen no longer responded and descended the mountain with the thirteen.
Heading back to the streets of Black Mouth City, due to the white light within the candle flames, the dead all retreated into areas without light, even a brief glance causing their eyeballs to burn out.
In the room within the central spire of Black Mouth City,
The Crow Knight Renato also grasped the pitch-black eyeball in his hand, reinserting it under his mask, his decayed and elderly face squeezed into a bundle, disdainful and annoyed.
…
In Black Mouth City, Yi Chen could not wait for anyone to guide him and had to pass through the city alone, heading towards the gateway of the Bonfire Mountain Range.
The dead above the city gate, feeling the sear of the white flame, began to rotate, the gears were engaged, and the gate opened.
A dark and profound corridor like a giant black maw seemed to swallow Yi Chen, the visitor,
The light of the mountain bonfires falling just outside the gateway, no deeper,
Without the flame’s illumination, merely the endless darkness was enough to strip the skin off a living person, seize the fresh physical body, and bury it deep in the darkness.
“Thirteen, come here…”
“Yes, Teacher.”
Clang~ An iron chain, wrapped in black leather and devoid of the pain attribute, grew out, locking onto the wrists of the candle puppet, ensuring that the two would not be separated.
Yi Chen maximized the effect of the ‘Black Death Skin’ among his garments, enhancing the appearance of his death attribute,
He took out the Dead Spine and attached it as a tail to his coccyx bone, further increasing his content of dead to blend in with the locals.
Following that, more iron chains grew out.
Clang, clang~
A face mask made from Thorny Iron Chain was worn over his face,
Some of the thorns piercing directly into the skin of his lips, gums, and chin, not only concealing his appearance but also providing the most direct pain to the brain, ensuring he remained conscious in such darkness.
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