Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 217

Yan Shoulu was on high alert, ready to encounter traps.

But when he touched the wall, faint dark red runes suddenly appeared on it.

As these runes emerged, his forehead began to heat up.

Instinctively, Yan Shoulu reached to touch his forehead, and immediately, the flames within him were drawn out by some mysterious force.

What’s happening?

There was no killing intent! Instead, this formation gave him a strange sense of familiarity, a sense of kinship.

This was a first!

Since childhood, he had carried a unique flame within him. This flame was a thousand times hotter than ordinary fire and could not be extinguished with water. It often rampaged uncontrollably through his body, causing him extreme pain.

But after enduring the pain, his strength and physical resilience would greatly improve. This had been the pattern since he was a child.

No one knew where these flames inside him came from, and no one had taught him how to control them. He had always forcibly suppressed them.

Until now, he still didn’t understand what was happening to his body.

But now…

Here, he felt flames that were kindred to his own.

The flames from within him surged into the air, gently adhering to the wall, igniting the runes wherever they touched.

These runes contained vast amounts of data and were in a script he couldn’t understand.

But there was a subtle pull on his soul, urging him to approach, learn, and study…

Yan Shoulu’s eyes were fixed on the wall in front of him.

The runes seemed to come alive, moving before his eyes, reassembling into a script he could read.

Beast Flame!

To outsiders, it looked as if Yan Shoulu was rooted to the spot, staring intently ahead without moving.

“What’s wrong with Shoulu? Why does he look off?”

“Did Shoulu fall into a trap?”

“But…nothing seems to have changed on that land. What’s going on?”

“Could it really be a formation? Or did he get poisoned when he brushed past that woman?”

Meanwhile, on Mo Yu’s side, she casually stepped into the formation.

Now, it was a waiting game.

Whoever exited first would win.

Yan Shoulu remained motionless, causing great anxiety among the Blazing Fire Pavilion members.

“What’s happening? Why isn’t he moving?”

“Yan Shoulu, move! We’re going to lose!”

“Master Pavilion, what’s wrong with Shoulu? Is this a formation? Why isn’t he moving?” The Master Pavilion frowned as he looked over, and his expression changed drastically upon closer inspection.

“Impossible!”

Some hot-tempered members of the Blazing Fire Pavilion had already drawn their weapons.

“Master Pavilion, did Shoulu fall into some trap? I knew that woman was up to no good, she must have done something.”

“No!”

The Master Pavilion quickly stopped them.

His voice was heavy, carrying a hint of fear and dread.

“Calm down, everyone. Look at his feet.”

Everyone looked down at Yan Shoulu’s feet.

They saw a faint golden formation underneath him.

The formation was hidden on the ground, resembling a strange cage that trapped Yan Shoulu, preventing him from moving.

The Master Pavilion, trembling with excitement, stood up abruptly. His body was shaking, and extreme fear spread across his face.

“In our formation arts, there is an extremely rare technique where the formation isn’t created with external objects but with one’s own spiritual power transformed into runes.”

“To achieve this requires immense mental power and vast spiritual energy. This is the highest level of rune formation, and until now, I had only seen brief mentions of it in ancient books. I never expected to witness it here today…”

As he spoke, his voice grew soft, almost like a whisper.

But everyone could hear the destruction and despair in his words.

The Master Pavilion had always believed that the most advanced formations were within the Blazing Fire Pavilion.