Chapter 107: The Calamity of Fire, Sun, and Wind

"You are overthinking things."

Xia’s eyes were clear and limpid. With her face veiled, her expression remained hidden, leaving one to guess her thoughts only through those beautiful, piercing eyes.

"I seek to kill only one person: the youth named Feng Shang. The young master of the Yuchu Sect is not among my targets; it is not my wish for these two to be together."

Upon hearing this, Huo Zhuo’s expression tightened, then relaxed.

"Are you speaking of the descendant of the Zhi lineage on the boat, or the young master of the Yuchu Sect?" Huang Ha felt a jolt of shock.

The young master of Nine Star City possessed an formidable background, and the young master of the Yuchu Sect was certainly not someone to be trifled with. That sect commanded a hundred Dao Lords, nine God-Crossers, and two ancestral saints; they were renowned across the Star Sea, dominating the Nine Universes for ages without decline.

Not long ago, when the new sect leader ascended, a divine melody of salvation echoed across the celestial firmament, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard it. It was said that the sect dated back to the Era of Destiny, founded by a mysterious figure whose very name few dared to utter anymore. The absolute, unwavering loyalty of the sect’s God-Crossers was attributed entirely to that individual's influence.

"Does Fairy Xia mean that Nine Star City and the Yuchu Sect being together is merely a coincidence? If that is the case, then we must not strike lightly," Huo Zhuo urged hastily.

He was truly afraid—afraid that Xia might decide to finish the job once and for all, wiping out both young masters with their earth-shattering backgrounds. It would cause an uproar across the world; no one could withstand the combined wrath of both Nine Star City and the Yuchu Sect.

"That is precisely why they must be separated first."

Xia’s voice was faint. She waved her jade-like arm, her snow-white skin shimmering with a luminous glow, and pointed a delicate finger toward an entrance to the hurricane world.

"The Blazing Sun Wind Disaster."

Xia parted her red lips to utter these four words.

The boundary stone began to glow, overflowing with runes. Near the golden Dao ship stood a towering purple meteorite mountain, surrounded by millions of blazing suns—radiant and scorching—the source of several types of cataclysms. At Xia’s command, the great formation immediately manipulated the world's momentum, drawing upon the disasters of the purple meteorite mountain to strike at the Dao ship, hoping to blow some of its passengers off course.

*Woo... woo...*

For no apparent reason, a great wind surged. Some of the scorching suns flickered like candles in the breeze.

"Oh? We’ve run into a disaster the moment we arrived?" Xiao Huang exclaimed in surprise. In the distance, a blazing sun suddenly disintegrated.

Billions of miles of flaming tails collapsed and scattered, breaking into fiery particles that flew in all directions like a meteor shower, incinerating the void in their path. These fiery particles were intensely hot, terrifyingly radiant; any single one could obliterate a mountain range. Coupled with the overwhelming, sharp gale capable of shattering suns, even a powerhouse of the Light Realm would have to prepare for a desperate battle.

"The legends are likely true. There are mysterious creatures within the meteorite mountains that summon winds and disasters. They do not like our boat; we have broken the rules," the little monk said, his large eyes blinking.

"This is called the Blazing Sun Wind Disaster. Sun stars burst, accompanied by hurricanes; it is one of the typical disasters of the Hurricane Star Territory," Qing'er noted.

"Flashy nonsense. I’ll shatter it with a punch."

Feng Shang did not take it to heart. Seeing the blazing sun disaster approaching, feeling the heat wash over his face, he gathered his brilliant divine energy into his fist. His momentum climbed, and then he unleashed a crushing blow.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Brilliant fist imprints illuminated the heavens. A chain of solar particles exploded, turning into dissipating firelight. With his fist clearing the way, the path ahead opened up, and the golden Dao ship drifted through.

"See? Isn't it solved?"

Feng Shang clapped his hands. Just as he was satisfied with the spectacle of the disaster being annihilated, Qing'er’s soft sigh reached his ears: "Brother Feng Shang, I fear you will have to exert yourself a bit more."

"The number of disasters has increased."

The young man looked at the scene ahead, his expression turning anxious.

*Rumble!*

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen suns disintegrated and burst, the glare so blinding one could not look directly at it. Terrifying thermal energy swept through the starfield like a cloak of flame, billowing and falling. Black fissures of the void began to spread.

This was a unique catastrophe of the Hurricane Star Territory. Once touched, one would be burned to ash; it was the nightmare of many cultivators crossing the meteorite mountains.

"So many?"

Feng Shang frowned. Was there truly some creature hidden away, unhappy with them crossing in a Dao ship, targeting them so specifically?

Very well, he would destroy them all. Let’s see how long they can run wild.

Feng Shang struck out again. Brilliant divine energy covered his fist once more, weaving with scorching light, evolving into form and intent. Strands of formidable pressure overflowed.

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

His fist light hammered out, shadows interweaving with deafening roars. In the dark, cold void, the Blazing Sun Wind Disaster raged in shades of crimson and scarlet, incinerating all things and chilling the soul. Yet, one after another, the domineering and luminous fist shadows met the sky, unafraid, crashing continuously.

*Swish!*

Amidst their struggle, the golden Dao ship moved like a nimble fish, rapidly approaching the meteorite mountain.

"Go Brother Feng Shang! Oh no, the suns are disintegrating even faster—there are twenty of them now!" Xiao Huang cheered from the side, her small, round mouth opening wide as she noticed the trend of the disaster.

"Perhaps we should cross on our own?" the little monk suggested, having realized that while Feng Shang’s resistance was fierce, the suns were disintegrating at an even faster rate.

All that could be seen were crimson flames and the brilliant, clashing fist shadows. Around the purple meteorite mountain, there were millions of suns. Even if consumed in the short term, they would soon be reborn, circulating endlessly since ancient times.

"Heaven, what is happening? How can the Blazing Sun Wind Disaster be so fierce?"

"Someone has a death wish, daring to cross by ship! They will never reach the meteorite mountain!"

In the far distance, cultivators who witnessed the scene were shocked. The area was far too radiant; the void was violent and chaotic—even an ancestor who had defied fate would meet their end there.

Did someone actually dare to cross? Were they just fools unaware that ships were forbidden here?

The golden Dao ship was like a lone leaf, bobbing and drifting in a sea of flames, threatening to capsize and be swallowed by the firelight at any moment, yet it dangerously forged ahead.

"Die!"

Feng Shang let out a roar, his sleeves billowing. He pushed his "Energy from Nothingness" to its limit, throwing punches at an unimaginable frequency. The space became blindingly bright, filled with endless divine radiance, as if a white sun had risen.

"This doesn't look good."

Old Yuan frowned, gazing into the distance. The number of suns exploding had reached a staggering hundred. The Dao ship began to sway, and many of the flying fire fragments were so sharp they could slice through even the hardest meteorite iron. Old Yuan mused for a moment, then added his own light energy to stabilize the ship's hull.

...

"The young master of Nine Star City is truly resilient, and there is a Light Lord on the boat as well. A disaster of this scale is not enough to threaten them. We should burn ten thousand suns at once to blow the Yuchu Sect's young master away."

Inside the Great Obliteration Formation, Huo Zhuo observed the group and offered this suggestion. By distributing the boundary stones to influence the world's momentum, they could easily borrow the power of the hurricane world. Burning ten thousand suns was no difficult task.

"No matter. We are reaching the Void Turbulence Zone. When we do, I will seize the chance to separate them." A sharp glint flashed in Xia’s eyes.