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Chapter 782: Configuring the Eighteen-Colored Fire

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A Will Eternal – Chapter 782

Chapter 782: Configuring the Eighteen-Colored Fire

The worldly necromancer who had risen in the Miao Lin’er clan had long since died. However, before that, he was famous beyond measure, and was only half a step away from becoming a heavenly necromancer. Before his death, he had managed to create a magical device connected to the clan bloodline, he said, that made it impossible for anyone outside the clan to obtain their formula for an eighteen or nineteen-colored flame. Even a demigod would not be able to obtain it without their consent.

Therefore, the good fortune of the clan continued even after the death of that worldly necromancer. Even though they were on a decline, they still had reserve deposits. Furthermore, Miao Lin’er's grandfather was already at the peak of the celestial rank.

His ultimate goal was to rise from the heavenly rank to the earthly rank, and then restore the glory that had been brought to the clan by the earth necromancer before. Their clan would shake the Wildlands, and would have a higher position than a clan with heavenly marquises and dukes. They would actually be in the same position as the Grand Heavenmaster.

Unfortunately, their clan's method of achieving worldly necromancer rank was unique, and required an extremely intelligent soul to be used as the main ingredient. Only in that way can the necessary sparks be made! Because of that, and because of the techniques developed by the clan as a whole, they were extremely sensitive to soul fluctuations.

Unfortunately, intelligent souls are rare. Although their clan had managed to produce several over the years, none of them were perfect. Without a soul that met all the standards, any attempt to create a flame of eighteen colors would be useless.

After Miao Lin’er noticed something different about Bai Hao's soul form, he immediately told his grandfather. It prompted the clan to conduct a more careful test, and then it was confirmed that Bai Hao was the type of soul they needed to make their flames burn!

Were it not for Bai Xiaochun himself, the Miao Lin’er clan would have already moved and snatched Bai Hao. Then, Bai Xiaochun soared to the position of inspection commissioner, and shook everything under the sky. At that moment, they did not dare to provoke him, and simply waited for their time.

But now .. they see the perfect opportunity. Although they were still afraid of Bai Xiaochun, their desire to have a worldly necromancer prompted them to make a decision. They did not incur the cost of proposing an alliance with the other thirteen clans in Arch-Emperor City. They had showered them with gifts and even offered to swear Dao to make it happen. With the full strength of the alliance focused together, they were confident .. that they could repel Bai Hao without leaving a trace of evidence!

At this point in the meeting, Miao Lin’er felt more confident than before.

Some time passed, during which the thirteen shadow figures took more time to think. Then, one after another, they swore Dao and put them into a bone slip, formalizing the alliance.

Miao Lin’er smiled with a beautiful smile, then clasped his hands and bowed.

“Very good. Next time when the soul appears, we will move! According to the strategy my grandfather implemented, we will plan for the worst case scenario. Once we have a soul, our clan members will be scattered and hide in your thirteen clans. Three months later, my grandfather will be able to conjure sparks! And now, I'm going to go. "

With that, he bent his bow, turned around, and slid out of the private room. In fact, Miao Lin’er argued that his grandfather was too cautious in all of this. Even he did not know where he would hide after the clan dispersed. He did not even know who the thirteen clans he had just spoken to were.

"Well, as long as grandfather is confident of preventing the other clans from stabbing us, then I guess we should be fine." Although he could not wrap his mind around what his grandfather was thinking, he was sure that Bai Xiaochun's days were already determined, and that he would soon die.

Half a month passed by briefly. Bai Xiaochun was now just a step away from successfully conjuring an eighteen-colored flame!

His speed was in progress thanks in part to the excessive waste of resources, but also because Bai Xiaochun had begun to apply Bai Hao's theory to the formula of everything from the fifteen-colored flame to the top. It makes everything go so much better.

Most importantly, he had already succeeded with an extremely faint eighteen-colored flame during the competition with Sun Yifan and Sima Tao. Therefore, it can save a lot of time!

"This time, I'll definitely make it!" he thought excitedly, his hair was messy and his eyes were red. He had hardly ever rested at all over the past few months, but he was still in high spirits.

“It should work! I've wasted all the resources of all those clans …. After the current effort, I will only have enough for two more trials …. " During the recent period of hard work, Bai Hao and Zhou Yixing were very busy selling items from Bai Xiaochun's bags to hold and use the profits to gain more souls. In fact, the two were currently outside, gathering the ingredients he needed for his final batch.

Bai Xiaochun took a very deep breath, closed his eyes, and then set his qi and cleared his mind. After a long time passed, he slapped his bag of holding and produced ten seventeen colored flames.

Immediately, his hands flew to both sides, flashing with a movement of incantations. At this point, all of his concentration was focused on the ten seventeen-colored flame tongues, as he slowly began to combine them!

He has tried to do this on several occasions, and is quite familiar with the process. Slowly, the ten flames turned into a sea of fire.

It was a trick that Bai Xiaochun made during his many training sessions!

"And now, it's time to start compressing it …." He unleashed the power of his cultivation base, and concentrated his divine senses. Nothing else in the world meant anything to him at the moment; he was completely focused on compressing that seventeen-colored sea of fire.

RUUUUUUUMBLE!

His secluded meditation facility trembled as the power exerted into the sea of seventeen-colored flames caused it to begin to shrink. From 300 meters, it drops to 270 meters. Then 240 meters, 210 meters, 180 meters ….

And it continues!

Grain of sweat appeared on Bai Xiaochun's forehead, and he began to pant from the exertion. The fluctuation of his divine sense was somewhat erratic, yet the sea of flames continued to shrink. Soon 150 meters. Then 120 meters, 90 meters ….

"This is where I failed so many times before …." He thought, working hard to maintain his full focus. Immediately, the sea of flames shrank by 60 meters!

And it's not over yet! 45 Meters. 30 metres. 15 metres!

At this point, the seventeen-colored sea of flames looked like the ruler of all kinds of flames! A powerful rumbling sound echoed, and flames leaped and danced as if they did not want to be restricted.

However, all explosive activity was limited to that 15-meter area. As the shrinkage continued, a shocking transformation began to take place. The flames started to burn hotter, and the seventeen different colors within them began to overlap. It was a blinding sight that even Bai Xiaochun's divine sense could not explain.

In addition, when seventeen different colors blink, it is possible to see ... other colors !!

"This is a critical last moment!" he muttered excitedly. According to the formula, it was within a 15 meter area that the eighteenth color would appear. At that all-important intersection, regardless of how his vision swam, he had to find that extra color!

When he found it, he had to lock his divine sense on it, causing it to expand, grow, become the eighteenth color!

At that time, he could make a portion of the eighteen-colored soul medicine, or, if he suppressed the flames to the end, the eighteen-colored flame!

He will only have one chance, and if he fails.

The smaller the sea of fire gets, the slower the color will flash, which will make it easier to recognize and lock onto a new color. Unfortunately, he needed to exert more strength to do that, which meant that the possibility of dangerous instability was even greater!

This is another point where it has often failed in the past.

"I can't fail again …." Forcing his breath under control, he stared at the 15-meter-high sea of fire and tried his hardest to find the additional color. Unfortunately, every time he sent his divine sense deep into the fire, it was rejected.

Time passed, and he began to lose focus.

"I'll push it again!" he said with determination. At this point, he abandoned his search efforts, and began to push his fire to a smaller size. It was now 12 meters tall, and the flickering of colors grew more slowly.

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