Chapter 1223, Golden Flame City

Translator: Silavin

  

Anyone with even a passing familiarity with the world knew precisely what a Myriad Races War Soul was. Qin Yichen, who had only recently entered the Myriad Beasts War Domain, was no exception.

 

A Myriad Races War Soul was something unique to the Myriad Beasts War Domain.

 

Like a Beast Core, it offered immense benefits to the powerful Races that entered this domain, yet its very existence was peculiar.

 

A Myriad Races War Soul was not a physical thing. It was something akin to a spirit form, capable of being born only in certain extraordinary locations scattered across the Myriad Beasts War Domain, and every single one that appeared possessed power comparable to, at the very least, a peak expert of the Myriad Races.

 

If one possessed the means to capture and absorb such a thing, the benefit would surpass even that of absorbing a Beast Core.

 

However, the special territories where Myriad Races War Souls could be born had long since been carved up amongst the Top Tier Races.

 

And while the Myriad Beasts continent was home to over a hundred Top Tier Races, those territories numbered merely in the dozens.

 

The allure of Myriad Races War Souls had ensured that conflict between the Races had never once ceased.

 

Thus, within the Myriad Beasts War Domain, the Top Tier Races spared no expense in cultivating Saints, relying upon their strength to protect those special territories.

 

Zhao Xuetu was one such expert.

 

“Heh heh, if you find yourself interested in this, Little Brother, I can offer you an opportunity.”

 

Observing the gleam that had flickered to life in Qin Yichen’s eyes, Jin Ran understood immediately that the young man cared deeply about such things. He let out a quiet laugh and spoke.

 

“Oh? It seems Brother Jin’s backing is not small…” Qin Yichen’s brow rose ever so slightly. From Jin Ran’s manner alone, it was not difficult to discern that the Golden Flame Race had almost certainly claimed one of those special territories capable of birthing Myriad Races War Souls.

 

“What do you say, Little Brother?”

 

Jin Ran curved his lips into a smile and asked in an easy tone.

 

Watching his expression, Qin Yichen could not help but narrow his eyes. He understood full well that Jin Ran was not drawing him close out of some nonsensical sense of kinship, nor was he bestowing a windfall upon him for nothing. Most likely, he had simply taken note of his strength and wished to make use of him.

 

“Then I shall be relying on Brother Jin’s care.” Qin Yichen considered for a brief moment, then bowed his head slightly towards Jin Ran, every bit the picture of someone who had been won over.

 

“Ha ha! We are kindred spirits, you and I, there is no need to stand on ceremony over such a small matter!” Jin Ran burst out laughing, his mood clearly excellent.

 

Moments ago, he had watched Qin Yichen take merely a single fist at a Peak Martial Ancestor to take him down, then force another of the same calibre into retreat. To be honest, he could not quite see through the young man’s true strength.

 

For such a powerful figure to fall into his company at precisely this moment was, for Jin Ran, a stroke of rare fortune.

 

“I do not yet know of Little Brother’s name.”

 

“Qing Chen.”

 

Faced with the question, Qin Yichen produced a name from thin air without particular concern.

 

Thereafter, Qin Yichen followed Jin Ran as they shot through the air in a particular direction. Along the way, Jin Ran kept pace with him shoulder to shoulder, speaking and laughing freely, without even a trace of airs about him.

 

Compared to Jin Mi, Jin Ran’s bearing was a lot more refined.

 

Though one did wonder what Jin Ran would feel if he ever learned that the very person he was so warmly addressing as ‘Brother’ was the same Qin Yichen who had put an end to his Clansman.

 

“Who is that person? Terrifying!”

 

“Likely some great figure from one of the Top Tier Races. Who else would dare to slay someone on Zhao Xuetu’s territory?”

 

“The strength of that young man earlier, wasn’t it a little too frightening? Power like that, and he is still in the Martial Ancestor Realm?”

 

After the group’s silhouettes vanished beyond the horizon, a string of astonished voices rose from various places of concealment.

 

…

 

Somewhere in the northern reaches of the Myriad Beasts War Domain.

 

It was a boundless, untamed expanse of land. Across its surface, mountain ranges coiled and sprawled like slumbering Dragons, and a thick, primal energy surged through Heaven and Earth.

 

And nestled between those mountain ranges, a towering city rose, coiled there like a Dragon at rest.

 

From that city, a terrible aura radiated outward, subduing the Demonic Beasts within the surrounding mountains and leaving them unwilling to approach.

 

*Whoosh!*

 

From far across the sky, the sharp sound of rushing wind cut through the air as more than ten silhouettes streaked forward like beams of light.

 

At the front of that group were none other than Jin Ran and Qin Yichen.

 

“Saints!”

 

The moment they arrived in the airspace above, Qin Yichen’s pupils contracted sharply. This was his first time seeing such an immense city within the Myriad Beasts War Domain, and moreover, he sensed it clearly: within the city below, there was a genuine Saint.

 

In a dangerous land like the Myriad Beasts War Domain, only a Saint could possibly shelter a city of such scale.

 

“Brother Qing, this is Golden Flame City!”

 

Noticing the somewhat awestruck expression on Qin Yichen’s face, Jin Ran’s eyes carried a flicker of pride.

 

To construct this city had cost the Golden Flame Race considerable effort, even by their standards.

 

“Heh heh, only our Race and our allies may enter here. Within a radius of five thousand kilometres, no outsider is permitted to exist.”

 

Qin Yichen’s lips twitched slightly. The Golden Flame Race was, apparently, quite domineering. And yet, the fact that they could claim territory as their own kingdom even amidst the chaos of the Myriad Beasts War Domain spoke plainly to how formidable they truly were.

 

“Come, we will arrive shortly.”

 

Jin Ran let out a light laugh, shifted his form, and shot off towards that magnificent city in the distance. Qin Yichen drew a quiet breath and followed close behind.

 

As they drew nearer, Qin Yichen’s eyes narrowed slightly. Gazing ahead, he could see the very space before them warping gently, as though an invisible barrier was enclosing that great city within itself.

 

[What extraordinary means!] Sensing that distorted space, Qin Yichen felt a quiet jolt of surprise in his heart. Even a Saint would likely struggle to break through such a barrier in any short span of time.

 

“Brother Qing, please wait a moment while I activate the Array.”

 

Jin Ran smiled towards Qin Yichen, then closed his palm. Light gathered within it, condensing into a golden flame. As the flame rose, a unique ripple spread outward.

 

*Whoosh!*

 

With a movement of Jin Ran’s hand, the flame transformed into a beam of light that shot forward and sank directly into the warped, invisible barrier. Immediately, that undulating space emitted a low hum, and a fissure quietly tore itself open.

 

“Let us go.”

 

Jin Ran stepped forward first and passed through the fissure. Qin Yichen hesitated briefly, then followed.

 

*Hmmm…*

 

The moment they entered, Qin Yichen felt his vision blur, and a somewhat aged silhouette appeared before him without warning.