Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2503: 2493: The Might of Divine Fire

Chapter 2503: Chapter 2493: The Might of Divine Fire

As soon as the words “Long Yan” were spoken, the Ferocious Tiger held in Shiran’s hand unexpectedly emitted a golden light. Immediately after, a terrifying spiritual storm swept through the entire main hall. If Long Yan hadn’t moved fast enough, he might have been caught in it.

The spiritual storm only affects living things, but to inanimate objects like the Buddha statues in the room, it’s just a gust of wind. Long Yan stepped back a few paces, and in the center of the storm, Shiran remained motionless, as if already dead.

Long Yan dared not be complacent and charged towards Shiran. It is difficult to kill someone through spiritual attacks, at least with Long Yan’s current strength it’s impossible. Therefore, Long Yan could only inflict maximum damage while Shiran was still stunned. However, things didn’t go as planned.

After all, Shiran is a Bodhisattva who has already proven his enlightenment. Perhaps the real Western Paradise also contains Shiran’s divine status. Such a spiritual shock is negligible for Shiran, yet unexpectedly, Long Yan was successful.

A terrifying momentum erupted violently from Shiran’s bony body, and the white light around Shiran began to flow again. Despite Long Yan’s speed, he still couldn’t catch up.

“Huh!”

Shiran took a rare long breath. He originally thought he had lost, but who knew he was still a bit faster, regaining his sanity before Long Yan did.

“Ah…”

Seeing Long Yan standing still, Shiran was just about to speak but found a spear tip burning with a colorful flame piercing through his chest.

At this moment, behind Long Yan, a crimson Vermilion Bird spread its wings, and the crisp sound of a bird’s cry caused Shiran to feel a moment of distraction.

Long Yan had considered over and over that among all his abilities, only the Divine Fire could harm Shiran. Although possessing a body, the Divine Fire within Long Yan’s body is composed of dozens of strands of Strange Fire, worthy of dominance. Ordinary flames dare not challenge the Divine Fire, which is why, besides the Martial God Array within his body, Long Yan could only think of this move to harm Shiran.

“Divine Fire Tribulation!”

Long Yan whispered those three words, and the Divine Fire on the spear tip wound around Shiran’s body like a fierce flame net. Instantly, Shiran’s bony form was consumed by the Divine Fire, turning the ground beneath the Lotus Platform into a Sea of Flames.

Watching Shiran, who had become a fiery figure, Long Yan exhaled deeply. The plan depended on the White Tiger’s Secret as the crucial part; only if it worked, could the next attack be completed.

The colorful Divine Fire continuously consumed Shiran’s form. One must know that as long as there is anything combustible, the Divine Fire will keep burning until all combustibles disappear, or it is manually extinguished.

However, although the Divine Fire burned fiercely, Long Yan still felt that something seemed off. No matter how the Divine Fire burned, Shiran remained motionless, without any cries or screams. Shiran still sat on the Green Lotus as before, letting the Divine Fire continuously burn.

Long Yan’s palms were unexpectedly sweaty with cold sweat. If even the Divine Fire couldn’t harm Shiran, Long Yan really couldn’t imagine what could kill Shiran.

The surrounding sounds of chanting Buddhist scriptures began to amplify significantly, much louder than before. Meanwhile, from the colorful flames, the white light became increasingly dazzling, and the colorful flames appeared to be weakening.

One must know that all of Long Yan’s opponents had always avoided the Divine Fire, but unexpectedly, Shiran remained unharmed, even faintly resisting the Divine Fire.

This extraordinary scene even stunned Long Yan; Shiran was indeed extremely formidable.

“Amitabha!”

As Shiran uttered a Buddha’s chant, the surrounding colorful Divine Fire gradually receded, slowly revealing Shiran’s bony face, giving a faint sense of reincarnation from the flames.

At the same time, the sky unexpectedly displayed colorful sunrise glows, and the seven-colored brilliance seemed full of life, gradually transforming into mist floating above, creating an auspicious sign.

Shiran sighed softly, waving his hand calmly. Long Yan’s body couldn’t move at all, tightly bound by the white Buddha’s Light, with an ominous sense of constriction.

“This time, I lost.”

Shiran conceding so straightforwardly surprised Long Yan. Indeed, if Shiran hadn’t used the Heaven Dao power he possessed after becoming an Immortal, he might have already turned to ashes from the Divine Fire’s tempering.

Despite being revered as a Bodhisattva, Shiran’s cultivation was still lacking, requiring accumulation over time. The Divine Fire only appears when ascending to Daluo Golden Immortal. Therefore, Shiran unhesitatingly utilized the Heaven Dao.

This was an advanced version of the Divine Emperor’s enlightened domain, just more profound, allowing the use of a trace of Heaven Dao’s power. It was only that Shiran hadn’t wanted to use this power before because Heaven Dao was contradictory to his enlightened path, so he felt that using this power meant losing. He indeed was not as good as Long Yan.

“It seems I have brought it upon myself.”

Shiran chuckled at himself. If a regular person made such an expression, it might be terrifying, but Shiran’s face only evoked a sense of melancholy and helplessness.

Long Yan, now surrounded tightly by white light, had exhausted his True Qi with the previous consuming Divine Fire. Although neither had exchanged many moves, they had both exhausted their trump cards. Except for the unsuitable-for-combat Xuanwu Mystic, Long Yan had exhausted all his hidden cards in the Sacred Domain, which Shiran had all absorbed.

Pulling Long Yan in front of him, Shiran raised his left hand’s Demon-Subduing Pestle, his eyes perhaps filled with melancholy or helplessness. He had once thought of ending it but realized at the last moment the difficulty of death. When burned by the Divine Fire moments ago, Shiran suddenly felt enlightened.

Maybe he could survive, and fulfill his ideals. What Long Yan said lingered in Shiran’s mind, even slightly shaking his firm Buddha nature. Regardless of the situation, as long as he lived, there was hope.

Shiran had a change of heart, wanting to fight even in failure. The so-called forbidden battle of the Buddha nature was not Shiran’s current mindset.

I fight!

I fight for the truth of the world!

“So I apologize, benefactor, for your intention, this junior monk will fulfill it for you.”

The Demon Subduing Pestle in Shiran’s hand gradually approached Long Yan. Up until now, he might be more suited than Long Yan for this path, so in the end, he won.

“It seems you’re awake now.”

After a long silence, Long Yan spoke, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth, indicating that Shiran wasn’t as pedantic as Venerable Liaoran, but had merely taken the wrong road.

In Shiran’s astonished gaze, colorful lights surged from Long Yan’s body.

“Then I’ll have to make a move.”