Above the lush mountains, space gently rippled, and then a silver figure slowly materialized. As the figure took form, Fei Tian's face suddenly darkened. He suddenly sensed that the subtle connection within his soul had split into four separate strands, each racing off in different directions. "He's discovered us... This young man truly is generous—willing to part with such a precious asset." Fei Tian's smile gradually turned somber. The reason he had always accurately known Xiang Yin's location was precisely due to the special imprints within the four scrolls. Now, not only had Xiang Yin discovered them, but he had also decisively discarded them. The light of Fei Tian gazed steadily toward the distant horizon, knowing that Xiao Yan had fled in that direction. However, if he continued to pursue, the scrolls of the Three Thousand Lightning Phantoms surrounding him might very well fall into the hands of others—bringing yet more complications. Yet if he abandoned the pursuit of Xiao Yan, he would find it difficult to swallow the lingering sense of dissatisfaction in his chest. Moreover, he had always been deeply intrigued by Xiao Yan’s unique cultivation method, which could blend and harmonize heterogenous flames. "As soon as he finished his roar, an intangible force suddenly seeped out from within him, and as it strangely writhed, it coalesced once more into a duplicate that bore an identical outward appearance to Fei Tian. Most astonishing of all was the strength of this duplicate—though perhaps slightly less than Fei Tian's true form, it was unquestionably a Dao Sect master of exceptional caliber, far surpassing any of the four senior elders of Fenglei North Pavilion. 'I'm regretting that my Three-Thousand-Thunder Phantom Form has not yet reached its peak refinement. Otherwise, even if that young one proves as cunning as he can be, he would have no chance of escaping...' Fei Tian shook his head, speaking calmly. 'You go after that young one and pursue him. I'll retrieve the scroll. You needn't engage them directly—merely hold them off will suffice.' " "Don't worry..." The fei Tian's duplicate smiled faintly, with an expression identical to that of his true form. The silver-white eyes shimmered with vitality, unlike the otherwise hollow gaze of other duplicates. Clearly, this three-thousand-thunder phantom form possessed profound depth—truly a remarkable technique worthy of comparison with celestial cultivation methods. Fei Tian nodded briefly, saying no more. As his form moved, the space trembled, and then his figure gradually faded. Meanwhile, the duplicate turned its head, its gaze fixed on the direction where Xiao Yan had fled, before coldly smiling and vanishing into nothingness with a soft 'thud'... "The aura of Fei Tian was gradually fading—likely heading off to pursue the four scrolls. Indeed, there was something eerie about those scrolls..." As Xiao Yan fully surged forward, he glanced back and exhaled in relief. Though it was a pity to have thrown the scrolls away, he had already memorized all the contents within. "Yes, his aura has clearly moved in a different direction—seems he's managed to escape. Be careful!" As soon as the Tianhuo Patriarch finished speaking, his voice suddenly shifted, and then a powerful spiritual force surged forth from his snow-white talisman, crashing into the space before him. "Boom!" The force struck the void, causing ripples to spread through the space. As the space warped, a figure gradually emerged—his body shimmering with streaks of lightning—none other than Fei Tian himself! Seeing this, Xiao Yan's face suddenly turned pale, and his body instantly retreated. He could never have imagined that this old man could still catch up to him. "Master has said, you shall never escape my grasp," Fee Tian coldly stared at Xiao Yan, speaking slowly. Xiao Yan clenched his fists tightly, chuckling coldly, "So it seems you no longer wish to have the scroll of the Three-Thousand-Thunder-Phantom Form." Upon hearing this, Fee Tian smiled—his smile laced with subtle mockery—and said, "The scroll will return. You, too, shall not escape." "Indeed, his aura has weakened considerably, far less than before. Right now, he is no more than a six-star Battle Sect cultivator!" Suddenly, the soul of Tian Huo Master spoke up, frowning at Fee Tian across the battlefield, his voice steady. Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart stirred, and he gasped, "The Three-Thousand-Thunder-Phantom Form? He is merely a duplicate of Fee Tian!" "Ah, it seems you do have some understanding of the Three-Thousand-Thunder-Phantom Form," Fee Tian smiled gently. "Kill him—he's delaying! Fei Tian's definitely heading off to pursue those scrolls. If Tian Tian arrives later, it'll be too late!" Xiao Yan said urgently. As soon as his words fell, the Tian Huo Sovereign surged forward with a sharp motion, his soul power surging forth in a powerful wave, shaking the space around violently. Upon seeing the Tian Huo Sovereign charge, Fei Tian sneered, his body shimmering with lightning. Massive bolts of electricity flashed across his palms as he moved, and with a powerful surge, he too charged forward, crashing into the other with tremendous force. The resulting wave of energy and thunderous roar echoed across the mountain peaks. Watching the two clash fiercely, Xiao Yan quickly stepped back, his eyes fixed intently on the battlefield. Though the Heavenly Fire Master and Fei Tian's main body were evenly matched in strength, this offshoot clearly wasn't his match. After just a brief dozen exchanges, Fei Tian's offshoot found itself gradually falling behind. Yet despite this, Xiao Yan grew increasingly tense. He knew that with Fei Tian's speed, it wouldn't take long before he caught up with the scrolls. Once he did, their chances of escaping today would grow even more difficult. When Xuanyin observed the ethereal form illuminated by the lightning, his pupils subtly contracted. The energy radiating from the dimming lightning was familiar to him—clearly the fluctuation of spiritual power! "Is this duplicate body formed by the soul?" His thoughts flashed like lightning. Glancing toward the western horizon, he then clenched his teeth and declared firmly, "Master Yao, lend me your strength. I shall take the lead!" At the sound of Xuanyin's command, Tianhuo Master was momentarily startled before swiftly retreating. In an instant, the ethereal form merged seamlessly into Xuanyin's body. As Tianhuo Master's essence integrated, Xuanyin's aura surged dramatically, rising like towering peaks on a vast plain. His face remained stern. With a firm grasp of his hands, the无形's陨落 heart flame erupted in all directions, and then with a flick of his fingers, the flames roared softly, coiling into several massive fire serpents that surged forward. "Flame of the Fallen Heart?" "Upon witnessing that intangible flame, Fei Tian's duplicate instantly gasped, a flicker of fear flashing across his eyes, and his form retreated abruptly. With his vast experience, Fei naturally knew that the falling heart flame could directly scorch the soul, making it a deadly foe to soul-bodied beings. 'Do you intend to flee?' Seeing this, Xiao Yan sneered, having now drawn upon the soul power of the Heavenly Fire Sovereign, his strength no longer inferior to Fei Tian's duplicate. Changing his hand seal, the fire serpent surged in speed, ultimately striking Fei Tian's body with the force of a thunderbolt. 'Boom!' The first impact caused the protective lightning glow encasing Fei Tian's duplicate to vanish completely. Before Fei Tian could retreat, a second, formless fire serpent swiftly followed, delivering another powerful blow. 'Ah!' With the protective lightning glow gone, Fei Tian's duplicate was directly struck by the falling heart flame, emitting a sharp cry as his form rapidly grew translucent. 'Boom! Boom! Boom!' Xiao Yan danced his hands, never letting go of the chance to deliver a crushing blow to the fallen foe. Several fire serpents formed from condensed Yulin Heart Flames shot forth, striking directly against Fei Tian's duplicate. The impact sent Fei Tian soaring backward hundreds of meters across the sky. As the final fire serpent exploded upon Fei Tian's body, Xiao Yan himself seemed to vanish mysteriously. Reappearing before Fei Tian's now-ethereal form, he coldly declared, "It's over!" With the words, he drove his fist—enveloped in the thick Yulin Heart Flame—hard into Fei Tian's duplicate, ultimately piercing through its chest. "Little scamp, you won't escape this!" Fei Tian roared, his face contorted in fury, as his form rapidly grew translucent under the intense heat of the Yulin Heart Flame. Xiao Yan remained expressionless. With a simple grasp of his hands, Fei Tian's duplicate burst into fragments, dispersing into shimmering, ethereal points. Staring at these scattered light points, Xiao Yan suddenly had a sudden realization. He reached out and grasped them firmly, and instantly, a formless energy surged forth from within the points, then settled precisely into his hands. As soon as this formless energy touched Xiao Yan's palms, it transformed into information, penetrating his hands and surging into his mind. With the influx of these information streams, the elusive thunder-like characters swirling in his mind burst forth with intense radiance. After a brief moment, the glow subsided, and a complete cultivation technique gradually materialized before him. Above, after a moment of stunned silence, Xiao Yan could no longer contain himself and burst out in a thunderous laugh. With a sudden movement, he transformed into a streak of light and swiftly vanished into the horizon. A few minutes after Xiao Yan's disappearance, a subtle ripple passed through the space, and Fei Tian, his face contorted with fury, slowly emerged. Surveying the surroundings, he found no trace of Xiao Yan's presence. Instantly, a roar of rage echoed through the mountains and forests. "You young upstart! Next time we meet, I'll have your life!"