Chapter 375: The Plan to Annihilate the Demon, The Thunder Ancestral Symbol!
Within the grand hall, the moment that name was spoken, fear surged across everyone's faces.
All eyes, filled with dread, turned toward the red-robed man standing in midair before the spatial vortex.
Mo Luo.
A name that carried overwhelming prestige within the Devil Chaos Sea. Among its top experts, Mo Luo was unquestionably among the strongest.
And behind him stood the powerful Flame God Temple—a force even stronger than the likes of Xuan Heaven Palace or Nine Nether Gate.
In the Devil Chaos Sea, there were few who dared to provoke Flame God Temple.
All of this… because of the man named Mo Luo.
Not only was he a Samsara Stage expert, but he also held one of the Eight Ancestral Symbols—the Flame Ancestral Symbol.
With the power of that ancestral symbol, Mo Luo's strength exceeded that of most other Samsara Realm cultivators, making him a true legend in this sea of chaos.
Mo Luo's domineering words plunged the hall into dead silence.
After a long pause, the Death Profound Realm elder from Xuan Heaven Palace stepped forward, his voice low and cautious:
"Lord Mo Luo, our Xuan Heaven Palace paid a great price for this expedition. We humbly ask that you allow us to enter the Thunder Realm on behalf of our Palace Master…"
Though he himself was strong, in front of Mo Luo, he dared not show the slightest disrespect.
Mo Luo gave him a glance and replied indifferently:
"The Thunder Realm is not something you can touch. Entering blindly will only bring ruin upon your sect."
At those words, gasps of shock swept through the hall.
None believed Mo Luo would exaggerate to scare them. A man of his status had no need for such theatrics.
"May I ask, Lord Mo Luo… what exactly lies within the Thunder Realm?"
While the others remained silent, Huo Yuan stepped forward, his eyes flashing with interest.
Mo Luo's gaze swept over him and narrowed slightly, a faint sense of displeasure rising in his heart—though he couldn't quite place its source.
"Some things are better left unasked." Mo Luo held his gaze for a moment, then looked away. "I have no time to waste. Everyone—leave the temple now."
Liu Xiangxuan, Huo Yuan, and the others showed clear discomfort at his command, but no one dared to object.
They simply weren't strong enough.
Lin Dong frowned deeply. After all his efforts, to be told to retreat now that the Thunder Ancestral Symbol was within reach… it felt unbearable.
"Hey! You're being too overbearing! This place doesn't belong to you—who are you to kick us out?"
Mu Lingshan's big eyes glared at Mo Luo as she boldly protested.
Others in the room froze. While most feared Mo Luo, she clearly didn't—and it wasn't hard to guess why. As a descendant of the Undying Holy Whale Clan, she had the status to speak.
Some secretly hoped to see Mo Luo strike her down.
But they were disappointed.
Mo Luo simply glanced her way, curled his lip, and said,
"Little girl, go home and stop wandering around. I don't pick on kids."
Everyone was stunned.
Mo Luo… was actually being lenient?
Afterward, he turned to examine Lin Dong. When he sensed the Devouring Ancestral Symbol within him, he gave a slight nod and allowed Lin Dong to enter the Thunder Realm.
As for Lin Fan and Mu Lingshan—they were simply accompanying him.
The rest of the hall burned with envy and jealousy, some even daring to speak up, only to be silenced by Mo Luo's icy response:
"I've said my piece. Anyone who tries to enter… dies."
As his cold gaze swept across the room, everyone felt their scalps go numb. No one dared say another word.
Then, Mo Luo turned and vanished into the spatial vortex.
"Let's go," Lin Fan said to Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan.
The three of them turned into streaks of rainbow light and shot after Mo Luo—disappearing into the vortex under countless envious glares.
Buzz!
The moment they entered, crimson light surged across the vortex. Scarlet flames rose and sealed the entrance completely.
Mo Luo had personally sealed the exit, severing all hope for others to follow.
…
BOOM!
As Lin Fan passed through the vortex, his vision briefly blacked out. Then blinding silver light filled his eyes.
Rolling thunder echoed endlessly, shaking their ears with its overwhelming pressure.
As he looked up, a vast space unfolded before him—a world of thunder.
Countless bolts of lightning, each thousands of meters long, snaked through the sky like ancient thunder dragons, roaring across the heavens.
The scene was awe-inspiring.
"Lin Dong, I need your help."
Mo Luo turned to him, his voice calm.
Lin Dong blinked in surprise.
"Me? How can I help, Senior?"
Mo Luo then explained everything—to Lin Dong, Lin Fan, and Mu Lingshan.
He told them about the Yi Mo, the changes in the temple, and the true reason he had come.
"You have the Devouring Ancestral Symbol. Together with my Flame Ancestral Symbol, we might be able to destroy the Yi Mo King sealed here," Mo Luo said gravely.
Lin Dong's face paled. That was a Samsara Realm pinnacle demon!
"Relax. It's been sealed for over a thousand years. Its power has waned. I'll handle most of the fight. You just support me," Mo Luo reassured him.
"I might be able to help too," Lin Fan added.
Mo Luo looked at him.
"You're talented, but without an Ancestral Symbol, fighting a Yi Mo is beyond your reach."
"I may not have an Ancestral Symbol, but I do have a way to purge Yi Mo energy. You remember that purification, don't you?" Lin Fan asked calmly.
Mo Luo's eyes gleamed slightly, then he nodded.
"Very well. You and Lin Dong will support me. Just be careful."
"Mm." Lin Fan nodded.
This was the perfect opportunity to test himself against a true Yi Mo. He was ready.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Luo and Lin Dong—with the Thunder Emperor's lingering spirit—should be more than enough to kill the Yi Mo King.
"Let's go!"
With a sweep of his robe, Mo Luo unleashed a flame ring that enveloped the trio. Then, in a flash, they shot deeper into the Thunder Realm.
Before long, the four of them arrived at the heart of the Thunder Realm.
There, a vast sea of thunder magma stretched endlessly, lightning crackling across its surface.
Above it loomed a silver altar, with ten thousand lightning steps leading to its peak—where a throne sat.
Around that throne, lightning cascaded like a waterfall, distorting the air.
Upon the throne sat a figure—it was the Thunder Emperor.
His aura was boundless, but there was no life within him. He had long since fallen.
Above the altar, suspended in the sky, a massive sphere of lightning glowed—like a sun forged from thunder.
That was...
The Thunder Ancestral Symbol.
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