The Fire of Nothingness permeated the entire space. "It has actually burned all the way here—" Beyond the void, the girl in red gazed at the scene with a calm, scrutinizing eye.

This location was several worlds away from the Nine Absolute Death Prisons. Strictly speaking, it was no longer in the same spatial layer.

Yet, right before her eyes, the spatial barriers were visibly warped and shattered beyond recognition. If things were like this here, one could imagine the state of the Nine Absolute Death Prisons.

"Truly the World-Burning Blood Eye, the True Flame of World-Burning. This bloodline power is so formidable—" The girl sighed, her tone expressing awe and admiration, yet there was a thread of melancholy woven into her words.

As she spoke, crimson flames ignited all around her. She was already a Phoenix body, but the intensity of the flames now surpassed those she usually commanded.

This was due to the bloodline surging backward, an activation brought about by the encroachment of the True Flame of World-Burning. Only this level of power could contend with it.

"That Revered Elder Tianqing must be struggling immensely right now. But it’s richly deserved; the Invisible Soul-Devouring Threads—he truly had the audacity.

He didn't even heed your words, Jue Yan." After finishing her speech, the girl in red noticed the person beside her hadn't been listening at all. Turning her head, she saw Jue Yan holding a burning flame in his hand.

It flickered and transformed, actually taking the shape of a wheel, spinning in Jue Yan's grasp. The Flame Wheel also contained various laws, endlessly cycling.

Jue Yan’s entire focus was fixed upon this fire wheel. A flicker of light crossed the girl's eyes, followed immediately by a disdainful curl of her lip.

"Relying on the True Flame of World-Burning to employ your Heavenly Pivot Samsara Art. This divine ability, you have finally mastered.

Should I offer my congratulations?" "Shouldn't you?" Only then did Jue Yan snap back to attention. Hearing this, he laughed, a brilliant, radiant sound.

"Thanks to him, this time, it saved me a full millennium of effort. My bloodline is a step closer to that entity; perhaps one day, I can transcend this World-Burning Blood.

But speaking of gains, how small were the rewards for you, Huang'er, today?" Upon hearing this, the girl named Huang'er smiled, her eyes narrowing. Even separated by a layer, the enhancement to her innate flame divine ability was visibly apparent.

Jue Yan clenched his right palm again, extinguishing the entire Flame Wheel in his hand, his voice subdued. "It's not that he was audacious, nor that he disregarded my words; he simply had no choice.

I never anticipated that the incident involving Lu Hanyan twenty years ago was orchestrated by this Lu Tianqing. He rendered such great service to Xuanhua, yet willingly left to guard the Death Prisons here.

This man truly knows how to endure—" Hearing this, sharp glints also pierced the eyes of the girl in red. She then asked with fresh curiosity, "Then, should you and I simply watch?

Lu Tianqing is resolute in character; he won't sit still to be slaughtered. By this time, he's capable of anything." Lu Hanyan, standing nearby, was gritting her teeth, enduring the throbbing pulses of the Sky-Burning Blood within her body.

It was constantly refining, constantly purifying. Countless bloodline imprints were being unlocked one by one.

Zong Shou had advanced to the peak bloodline of the Lu Family of Sky-Burning. At this moment, the one benefiting most was she, Zong Shou's mother.

However, she was also enduring the greatest hardship. But upon hearing their conversation, her heart couldn't help but stir slightly, causing a momentary distraction, a look of bewilderment in her expression.

So, everything from twenty years ago was indeed not a true coincidence. The true mastermind was this guardian of the Death Prisons, Revered Elder Tianqing— Her heart surged, and she immediately felt worry for Zong Shou.

Judging by their words, Zong Shou’s situation seemed somewhat perilous. Since the former Lu Tianqing was willing to risk offending Saint Venerable Jue Yan by attempting to ambush Zong Shou with the Invisible Soul-Devouring Threads, now, on the brink of absolute peril, he would likely resort to the most extreme measures.

Even though he knew Zong Shou was vital to the Lu Family of Sky-Burning at this moment. Jue Yan absolutely would not stand by and watch, yet anxiety persisted until the outcome was revealed.

"Yan Yuan arrived long ago. Why should you and I worry about this matter?" Jue Yan let out a cold laugh, his expression unfathomably profound.

"Even if Yan Yuan doesn't act, there is another peak-level expert nearby. Moreover, there is that other person whose strength is quite considerable.

Do you think Lu Tianqing can run rampant? No matter what, this man is surely doomed!" The girl in red, however, was momentarily stunned.

She already knew that Saint Venerable Yan Yuan had been in this vicinity a few days prior. And the one who rushed over with Zong Shou, who, according to Jue Yan, possessed the substance of a peak expert but lacked the power of a Saint Venerable for the time being.

But who was the last person Jue Yan spoke of? Why was she completely unaware and unable to sense them?

She shook her head secretly, smiling at Lu Tianqing, who was about to die but remained blissfully unaware. "However, cleaning up the aftermath of this incident will indeed be quite troublesome—" As if realizing something, Jue Yan rubbed his brow with a pained expression.

With the collapse of the Underworld Prison, the entire Death Prison Restriction Array would suffer massive damage. The cultivators of the Divine Realm imprisoned in this eighth layer numbered no less than eight hundred, if not a thousand.

If all these people escaped simultaneously, recapturing them would not be a sure thing, even for him, a peak Saint Venerable. And the ninth layer, the true 'Death Prison,' held several Saint Realm experts that also caused him headaches; they would likely exert all their strength to escape.

He couldn't help but look helplessly into the void. This time, to manage the aftermath, he might have to join forces with that entity.

The girl in red couldn't help but let out a light, gloating chuckle. "He is your junior, yet things escalated to the point of irreconcilable conflict—this is your fault, Jue Yan!

But right now, instead of worrying about the shattering of the Death Prisons, you should think about how to handle the matter with the Holy Court—" Jue Yan felt throbbing pain in his temples. Thinking about the Holy Court of Sky-Burning, he couldn't imagine the chaos there, and a tingling sensation ran down his scalp.

At this critical moment, Zong Shou’s name was already on the ancestral register of the main lineage of the Lu Family, on the Sky-Burning Tablet. This matter could not be concealed.

The Sky-Burning Tablet was one of the foundations of the Lu Family of Sky-Burning, a treasure protecting their lineage, which he could not easily manipulate. To suppress this, he would still need to join forces with that fellow— He shot an annoyed glare at the girl beside him, blaming her for reminding him of this vexing issue.

Then, he felt something, turned back to look, and then smiled again. "Hanyan, do you hate me or resent me?" Lu Hanyan bit her lip lightly, pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Saint Venerable, do you want me to return to the Holy Court to coerce Shou'er into returning to the Lu Clan and inheriting the Holy Court of Sky-Burning?" Lu Jue Yan neither confirmed nor denied, simply stating lightly, "He is a member of the Lu Clan, the rightful first crown prince of the Holy Court, a prince of my Lu Family! What talk of 'returning'?

As I said before, whether he returns is entirely up to your will!" Lu Hanyan’s beautiful eyes widened, then filled entirely with a bitter smile. Entirely up to her will?

Since she now knew that her youthful willfulness twenty years ago had caused her grandfather to lose the chance to reach the peak Saint Venerable realm, leaving him in such a dire predicament, if she still possessed even a shred of filial piety, she had to return to the Holy Court. Even if she couldn't help her grandfather reclaim everything he had lost, she should try her best to compensate.

Otherwise, no matter where she went, this guilt would follow her for life. After twenty years imprisoned in the Death Prisons, her perception of her grandfather, once seen as majestically terrifying, now felt closer and more beloved.

She had absolutely no choice left— "You don't want to leave? If you don't speak, I'll take that as an admission." Jue Yan scoffed unceremoniously, then waved his hand, pulling Lu Hanyan close to him.

"Are you worried about your Zong Shou? Then I will let you see what the World-Burning Pupil is!" A vast, surging true power suddenly poured down from above Lu Hanyan's head, gathering in her eyes.

Then, what her eyes perceived was no longer the scene of the void. It materialized the entire landscape of several spatial layers around them, displaying it three-dimensionally within Lu Hanyan's field of vision.

The sheer volume of information in that instant nearly overloaded her sea of consciousness to the breaking point. After a full moment, Lu Hanyan signaled her distress.

When she focused her gaze again, her body trembled, and her eyes filled with shock. She saw that the Nine-Layer Death Prison resembled an inverted cone-shaped tower.

And at the base of that tower, the invisible flames were burning fiercely, piercing through several worlds. All the innate alien species, all the cultivators, were fleeing in panic.

Using the power of the void as fuel, attacking from the source, destroying everything! The sound and might were overwhelming!

Although the fire was formless and immaterial, it was thousands upon thousands of times more terrifying than actual flame! The eighth layer was now just a single step away from shattering, and the other layers were also teetering precariously.

Lu Hanyan's pupils contracted; her spirit was nearly lost. Was this Zong Shou’s doing?

Was this the World-Burning Blood Eye? "The True Flame of World-Burning can incinerate myriad realms.

All spatial barriers become nonexistent when they meet it. All void divine abilities must bow in submission!

If your child could reach the Saint Realm, the might of this flame could increase tenfold. Leading an army in conquest, none could stand against its edge; he could unify all worlds—" Jue Yan murmured beside her, "Tell me, how could we easily abandon him?

How could we not use any means necessary for him…" Just as Lu Hanyan fell silent while witnessing the Nine Prisons Fire Disaster, in the void several worlds away from the Nine Absolute Death Prisons, a massive ship was suspended. It was the Aurora Salvation Boat—the immortal treasure that Zong Shou had left behind, along with the Jun Tian Immortal Abode, when he entered the Nine Absolute Death Prisons.

And now, Lin Xuanshuang stood at the bow of this colossal vessel. Void storms raged, causing her clothes to flutter as if carried by an immortal breeze.

The giant ship was constantly swaying. But the area here was relatively calm, held steady by Lin Shuang's divine sense, making it a fragile calm.

Around them, however, the 'waves' were tumultuous, with countless spatial spiritual energies surging and swelling. Scorched by the invisible flame, the void laws of many entities were collapsing and disintegrating, causing this place to descend into increasing disorder and turbulence.

"This is the peak of the Lu Family's World-Burning Bloodline, the World-Burning Blood? I have truly seen something extraordinary—" Lin Xuanshuang watched quietly, then asked Jing Yin, "Are you thinking that Lin Xuanshuang is like a dog receiving a meat bun—getting nothing—or perhaps like sending a lamb into the tiger's den?"