The Chaotic Flame Seed is the source of all flames, and the lord of every blaze! H-How can this be?! Legends place it at the dawn of creation itself. Even my senior, Lucas, nearly died crafting a mere echo of this chaotic fire intent, which is nowhere near the genuine flame seed before my eyes!
Reiner thought, staggering as though the cavern floor had shifted beneath him. “Jared is merely a Human Immortal Realm cultivator who’s less than a hundred years old. How can his body nurture a Chaotic Flame Seed capable of absorbing Chaotic Origin Flame from external realms?”
Every suspicion and shred of jealousy swiftly shattered beneath that impossible vision, leaving Reiner’s heart ringing like broken glass.
In that clarity, he conceded that Jared’s earlier words had been neither boast nor madness but simple truth.
A man who could carry a Chaotic Flame Seed, who strode unharmed through the Blazefire Demon Lord’s gauntlet and absorbed the powerful Chaotic Origin Flame, must hail from origins far beyond his imagination—perhaps even linked, in ways unfathomable, to his master.
If Reiner were to learn that the fire nascence inside Jared had first come from the Inferno Devil, one could only imagine how he would react.
Later, Jared consumed and refined countless other flames, elevating his fire nascence to a realm ordinary cultivators could never even name. Unaware of Reiner’s turbulent awe, he floated in a state of unearthly rapture, his senses turned wholly inward.
Rivers of fire—pure, towering, absurdly potent—poured into him like a broken dam, each current scorching yet comforting, eager to be claimed. Every filament carried its own law: the tyrannical blaze that razed heavens, the sun’s cleansing brilliance, thunder’s ruin, ice’s stillness, and the void’s devouring hush.
The Chaotic Flame-Origin Light at Jared’s core welcomed them without conflict, drawing them into a swirling order.
Under that command, the flames broke apart, melded, and rose anew, becoming primal chaotic fire essence that fed the shadow of a Chaotic Fire Lotus taking shape in the cyclone’s heart.
Petal upon petal unfurled in shifting greys, each layer hinting at boundless worlds and endless flame. With every slow rotation, the embryonic lotus released an aura that could rule all fire, erase all laws, and yet cradle life itself. In short, it was both a symbol of destruction and the source of creation.
At the same time, remnants of the Blazefire Demon Lord—echoes of comprehension, splinters of will—rode the torrent into Jared’s consciousness field.
They were the mad scriptures of a demonic titan who had spent eternity prying apart the nature of flame.
Jared became fire itself, witnessing the cosmic spark erupt at creation’s dawn, stars birthing in incandescent storms, the first campfire lit against primordial night, and the last embers of a dying world.
Arcane truths about wielding flame, reading time through flame, even bargaining life and death with flame, etched themselves into his soul like burning runes.
His nascent stars pulsed, dissecting and absorbing those revelations with unprecedented speed until they became his own strength. Before long, those gradual changes sparked a fundamental transformation.
Flooded by limitless energy and washed by Heavenly Laws, the adamant barrier at Jared’s Top Level Human Immortal Realm Level Seven melted like morning frost.
Suddenly, a low, resonant hum split the silence.
A surge of pure, towering aura rose from Jared’s core without warning. To his surprise and delight, he had achieved a breakthrough and reached Human Immortal Realm Level Eight!
And this was but the prologue. The Chaos Sea of Flame was inexhaustible, the Chaotic Fire Lotus unquenchable, and the Blazefire Demon Lord’s insights unending. With those three engines working simultaneously, Jared’s cultivation climbed at a pace that left even destiny gasping.
Slowly but surely, he went from Level Eight beginner phase to Level Eight middle phase, and finally to the top of Level Eight!
When the roaring aura crashed against an unseen threshold, it slowly calmed, anchoring itself at the very crest of Top Level Human Immortal Realm Level Eight.
Only the thinnest veil now lay between Jared and Level Nine of the Human Immortal Realm—so delicate a poke might shatter it at any moment.
This step up was no mere stockpiling of spiritual energy; it rewrote the core of his being.
Jared’s fire nascence, having fused with the chaotic fire essence, underwent a cataclysmic rebirth. It now flowed dense as mercury, heavy as mountains, each circuit radiating annihilating heat and a kingly will, yet seeded with boundless life.
What had once resembled an unsharpened magic sword now returned as a quenched, blood-whetted divine weapon.
His flesh, twice tempered inside and out by Chaotic Origin Flame, strengthened again. His skin gleamed, streaked with wandering specks of chaotic light; bones glowed pale gold; marrow rolled like living magma.
By raw physique alone, Jared now rivaled those who were in the Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm and specialized in Body Cultivation.
His soul, purified in a sea of fires and washed by the power of law, grew crystalline, his spiritual sense expanding severalfold into microscopic command of every energy, especially fire. He could even glimpse the secret threads and eddies of fire spirits weaving through the air.
Time blurred—an instant, or ten millennia, no one could say. At last, Jared crossed the endless Chaos Sea of Flame and stepped onto the lone stable platform of crystalline chaos at its heart.
