[END] Will Eternal

Chapter 590: Endless Fire Rain

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A Will Eternal – Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Endless Fire Rain

Zhou Yixing needed a little time to buy all the murdersoul nails. After all, it was a magical item that was usually not available for bulk purchase. He needed to spend some time hunting through Giant Ghost City to find enough.

Considering that he was not familiar with the area, Zhou Yixing ended up going to Li Feng and discussing the matter with him. Li Feng knew that this was a mission for Grandmaster Bai, and did not want to cause trouble. Therefore, he teamed up with Zhou Yixing, even calling his personal contacts to help track down the murdersoul spike to buy.

Due to their cooperation in this mission, the hostility they felt towards each other began to fade.

While Bai Xiaochun waited for his followers to complete their mission, he remained silent in the Bai Clan. He rarely left his hut, preferring to spend most of his time cultivating the Nonexistent Immortal Life Technique.

Unfortunately, since he was out in the Wildlands, it was impossible for him to replenish his stock of medicinal pills. The advantage was that he still had many items that he had embezzled during his time as a great general. The downside was that such items would not take him too far. He was almost done with his work on his Death Tendon, and based on his estimations, his current supplies might be enough to complete the job, but nothing more.

"I must master the Tendon of Death before I go to that ancestral land. If I could make contact with the third shackle, then my poor little life would be much safer. ” Another decision he made was that he needed to do an elevenfold increase in spirit on his Eternal Parasol.

After that, her umbrella looked different. The basic shape was the same, but now it seemed to be made of metal. It was pitch-black, and exuded a powerful and deadly aura. Moreover, the ghostly face that would appear on its surface looked even more ferocious and strange!

"It's a pity that I'm out of soul ..." he sighed. If he had enough soul, he would do an elevenfold increase in spirit on his clothes. Unfortunately, that's not an option.

After all, he needed to save enough souls to try to conjure a twelve-colored flame, and even with his clones out secretly gathering souls, and the help of Zhou Yixing and Li Feng, it's still gonna be hard.

He didn't even have enough Heavenspan River water to buy all the souls he needed ….

Fortunately, Bai Hao's record of conjuring twelve-colored flames had been extremely beneficial. In fact, aside from the time he had spent in his recent cultivation, he had almost completely focused on researching the formula for the twelve-colored flame.

Since he did not have enough souls, he did not dare to casually experiment. He could only mentally analyze the method, and prepare himself for the moment where he was actually trying to conjure a flame.

Time pass. Before long, half a month had passed. Bai Xiaochun's forever Eternal Life Technique was making progress, but the promise of a twelve-colored flame had reached a slight obstacle.

"I think I need to do an experiment." Taking a deep breath, he took out his soul-stacking pagoda and calculated how many vengeful souls he had. Apparently, he had enough for three attempts.

After some thought, he made a decision. After using his mask to cover up the multi-colored flame aura, he began to imagine. Vengeful souls flew out one after another, and flames appeared in his palm. Eventually, eleven colors were present, and Bai Xiaochun started to become extremely nervous.

After all, if he failed, it would be a huge waste of resources. Finishing his qi and calming his mind, he carefully began his attempt to conjure up twelve-colored flames.

As the mass of vengeful souls poured into the eleven-colored flame, Bai Xiaochun's expression turned extremely solemn. He also started working more slowly. At one point, he suddenly began to lose control, and flames began to flash. Without hesitation, he summoned one of his clones, who worked with him to stabilize the flames before continuing.

Utilizing the help of his clone was one of the ideas Bai Xiaochun had put forward in his planning. As it turned out, using two clones to help was no better than using one clone. However he did, it was still multitasking, and therefore, using one clone was the best technique.

With the help of his solitary clone, the eleven-colored flame grew stable, and more time passed. Two hours later, he finished with the first step of the process, and the twelfth color was now visible in the sea of flames surrounding him.

"Bai Hao is absolutely right. Fire represents something else, and not a material thing …. ” Feeling very happy, he took a deep breath and prepared to complete the task at hand. At this moment, he could easily divide the sea of fire into two parts and make two parts of a mid-level soul medicine. Or, he could fuse the sea into one multi-colored flame tongue!

He could never have imagined that his first attempt to conjure a twelve-colored flame would be a success.

"Ha ha ha! It turned out that Bai Xiaochun was truly a genius! ” With that, he closed his hands to pull the sea together into the shape of a twelve-colored flame tongue.

Even when the sea of flames started to shrink, it was completely out of control! Bai Xiaochun's face fell with fear as a terrifying aura erupted in all directions.

The shocking explosion of the twelve-colored flame scared Bai Xiaochun so much that he let out a scream. Other necromancers, even one at the terrestrial rank, would be completely incapable of reacting in time. However, due to Bai Xiaochun's vast experience with pill furnaces exploding, he was always on guard and prepared for situations like this.

Therefore, he reacted with lightning speed. He quickly loosened his hand and performed a spell move that sent cold qi out. Almost instantly, both hands pushed over the flame of the twelve unstable colors.

When the flame was suppressed, the flames died down, revealing two glittering parts of a middle-tier soul medicine.

Anyone who saw the two parts of a middle-class soul medicine would be elated, but Bai Xiaochun pouted on the verge of tears.

"I don't want medicine" she said, tugging at her hair desperately. "I want fire! What's going on…?" After rethinking everything he had done during that process, he could not think of any part that was wrong.

Why did it end up being a medicine, not a multi-colored flame? Just the thought of the terrifying strength he felt in the twelve-colored flames made Bai Xiaochun tremble with lingering fear.

"Don't tell me that I'm gonna start having the same accident with fire magic as I did with concocting drugs?" She's shivering.

After a long while had passed, he looked at the soul hoarding pagoda and tried to decide whether to conduct another experiment or not. After all, it was the only way to truly know his mistake.

Gritting his teeth, he produced more vengeful souls and began to conjure up another eleven colored flames. At that moment, he hesitated.

"I can't do it here ..." she thought. With eyes turned away, he finally put away his eleven-colored clone and singing flame, and then left with his stacking pagoda. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he left the northern district and walked to the eastern district.

"That way, even if an accident happens, I can still calm down …." Clearing his throat, he found an unusual ornamental stone formation in the eastern district with a large open cavity where he could work. After setting up the spell formation, he took a deep breath, then took out an eleven-colored flame. Then his clone appeared, and he began to conjure the twelfth color in the flame.

On a quiet night he used the power of a mask to suppress the pressure of the flame. Even someone standing right next to an ornamental stone would not notice what was happening, or would be able to detect the overwhelming force that appeared inside….

Bai Xiaochun was extremely nervous, and his clone looked sweaty. When the two of them worked together, things went smoothly for about two hours. Then, a twelfth color appeared in the sea of flames. All he had to do was shrink the sea into tongues of fire, and he would be done. But at that moment, he stopped.

"It's supposed to work this time, right …?" he thought, flashing a few times as the twelve-colored flame began to shrink.

It was then that an unstable fluctuation suddenly appeared within the sea of flames. The force of the explosion exploded in a storm that caused the sensation of a deadly crisis to immediately appear on Bai Xiaochun.

Releasing the unintentional screeches, he tried to set the flame to stop the explosion, but its power was even stronger than before. No matter what adjustments he made, nothing worked, and in fact, rumbling sounds echoed as wild destructive flames began to spread out in all directions.

Bai Xiaochun shouted and flew backwards, pulling his clone back inside him and then using the power of the Death Hex to disappear. As for the sea of fire, it rumbled in all directions, destroying ornamental stones and eating everything in the area.

Surprisingly, even when the sea of fire devoured everything in the area and then disappeared, the night sky above became bright red. A huge red cloud could be seen, which caused widespread chaos in the Bai Clan. Before anyone could react, thunder rumbled, and something happened that left everyone dumbfounded!

Endless rain of fire started to fall from above!

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