frightfiction Chapter 1331 - 1330: A New Gift
Chapter 1331 - 1330: A New Gift
"Seeking the true self? Subduing the mystical fire?"Whenever Tang Rao was caught in a whirlwind of words and tasks, he barely understood what they wanted from him.
Tang Rao felt like he and they were from entirely different worlds.
"I'm just me, the unique fireworks, why the heck should I search for something?"
Tang Rao never considered looking for his true self. He felt pretty good about his life now, living well and returning to nature—wasn't this the true self? What else could it be?
"Tang Rao, this mystical fire and I are from different species. I tried communicating with it, but to no avail."
The tiny fire seed was the source of the mystical fire, and Tang Rao believed all mystical fires evolved from it. Only in the Land of Immortals, did he realize the truth wasn't like that after reaching the Divine Realm.
If not for the tiny fire seed speaking up, Tang Rao would have remained in the dark.
"Unable to communicate? That's troublesome."
The temperature within the mystical fire was high, it was still within Tang Rao's endurance range, but unfortunately, he detected the smell of burnt hair wafting up from his head.
The hair on his head, newly grown, was ruined by Hua Wuque in a heartbeat, undoing Tang Rao's days of effort.
"My hair fell off again, Uncle Master, you owe me some hair."
Tang Rao shouted several times amidst the mystical fire, but no one paid him any attention.
Only the tiny fire seed gently reminded him: "If the sun sets completely and you haven't discovered your true self, both of us will be finished."
"What? When was this rule set up? How come I didn't know?"
Scaring him, Tang Rao sat down but quickly stood up because the ground was too hot.
"I just discovered this rule within the mystical fire; if you're a bit late, you're done for."
No wonder no one outside spoke to Tang Rao, for if they continued talking, his lengthy jabbering would have wasted the time, leading to his demise.
The true self?
Honestly, when the tiny fire seed finished speaking, Tang Rao's mind became a jumble.
Despite his clever words earlier, before turning to ash, Tang Rao hadn't clearly seen what the true self looked like in his life.
"What truly is the true self? I'm about to die, and before dying, I haven't properly enjoyed life. What a pity."
Speaking of it lightly, facing death, his thoughts drifted to when he traveled from the Blue Star to the Seventy-two Domains, to the Land of Immortals, made one brother after another, faced crises with them, grew together, and his true loves; each person's face flashed before him until it was just him alone in mind.
Moving forward alone, walking further on the lonely path.
Under the mystical fire's heat, Tang Rao began to sweat.
Without realizing when, a mat appeared beneath him, and Tang Rao sat on it, placing his hands beside his legs.
Fine sweat dripped down, instantly steaming upon hitting the ground.
Behind Tang Rao, the Taotie extended, its golden light seemingly more intense than the mystical fire's.
Scenes in his mind became clear.
He saw himself growing old, transitioning from life's inception to its end.
Each scene was so real, real enough that Tang Rao wanted to continue watching, yet hesitated, feeling conflicting emotions.
"So, this is my destiny."
Tang Rao exhaled softly, eyes slowly opening; everything felt both strange and familiar—his eyes, clearer than before at the instant of opening.
Yet Tang Rao couldn't perceive his changes nor see them.
He only felt one thing now—a peaceful heart.
No more initial agitation, but a greater tolerance for people and things.
As the sun set, the mystical fire contracted slowly, revealing Tang Rao.
The mingling cold from outside and heat within the mystical fire created many small ice crystals in the air.
Tang Rao shivered from the chill.
"Didn't expect such a quick escape; we thought we'd need to use the secret technique to tame the mystical fire."
Granny Hua was sweating no less than Tang Rao.
She only ever took Tang Rao as a student, fostering him with hard work. If anything happened, her heart would break from grief.
"Does that mean if I hadn't realized it, you'd have released me before sunset?"
Tang Rao latched onto the sentiment, never missing a chance.
"I never said you'd be in trouble."
It's you who thought you would die, what's it got to do with me?
If Granny Hua didn't emphasize seriousness, how would Tang Rao realize his true self?
Looking at Tang Rao now, compared to when Granny Hua first met him, it was an incredible transformation.
With a flicker, the mystical fire returned to Tang Rao's hand.
"This is a gift from your Uncle Master Wuque, kept over countless years but never subdued, today's subjugation signifies your destined connection with the mystical fire. With it, I hope your future training won't be so arduous."
Hua Wuque was scant with words; Granny Hua shared insights. The mystical fire was casually gifted away; Tang Rao pondered how their family vanished and how powerful their enemies were.
"Thank you greatly, honestly, I adore this gift; if you have unwanted mystical fires, feel free to pass them to me—I won't refuse."
With a new gift, Tang Rao shook off the previous unhappiness.
"Do you think mystical fires are easy to find?"
Stop daydreaming!
"Granny Hua, I recall you saying that even without an assessment, my strength won't decline, so nothing happens if I skip assessments for over seven days?"
Tang Rao enjoyed his freedom; when determined, nobody could stop him unless his trained strength was seized.
"It won't decrease your strength, but I can retrieve your top-level deity strength, leaving you at mid-level deity peak."
Accustomed to top-level deity strength's pleasure, Tang Rao naturally opposed regressing to mid-level.
"Won't you really be so harsh? I'm your closed-door disciple."
Granny Hua had seen Tang Rao feign pitiable; afterward, her expression remained unmoved.
"Hard work yields returns, I always told you—can't master my unique poison technique, what's the use of such strong power?"
With immense strength, mastering the poison technique shouldn't matter much, right?