Volume One, Chapter Five: The Supreme Spirit Flame—Given Without Hesitation

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Catastrophic disaster?
Looking at Wang Mu, who spoke with great seriousness, Lin Yan doubted, “Isn’t the prince’s warning a bit too alarmist?”
Wang Mu shook his head. “I am not exaggerating. Heaven itself has given me this premonition.”
“Brother Lin, you should have heard that I was born within the Forbidden Zone. From birth, I was bound by the curse of that place, unable to cultivate.”
“However,”
“While the world knows this curse prevents my cultivation, they do not realize it also grants me a special ability—the power to foresee the future.”
“For eighteen years now,”
“I have often glimpsed fragments of the future in my dreams.”
“I have seen a devastating catastrophe descend upon the entire Cangyuan Realm, with ancient noble families and sacred lands, once eternal and unyielding, falling one after another.”
“Countless warriors rush to the battlefield, only to be wiped out like ants under the enemy’s hand, turning into a rain of blood.”
“I have seen the five domains engulfed in flames of war, with nearly every household emptied, lamentations filling the land, billions of corpses scattered on the battlefield, entire armies annihilated, with only a handful of peerless emperors barely holding the line.”
“And you, Lin Yan!”
“You are one of them—the hero who will transform blood into fire, bones into fuel, igniting the last ember of humanity on the dark battlefield of the future—the Flame Emperor!”
Lin Yan: ???
Who?
Me?
Flame Emperor?
Is this some kind of joke?
Wang Mu’s words were explosive, filling Lin Yan with numbness.
Lin Yan asked, “Are you really sure that disaster will come?”
“Of course.”
Wang Mu rolled his eyes. Fallen geniuses, youths with supreme bones unearthed, sacred bodies of the wasteland—so many protagonist templates appearing together.
If there’s no crisis in the future, how would this story even unfold? Would the heroes just gather and play mahjong?
There must be a mighty villain they have to face together!
Besides,
I only said disaster will come, never said when. Just stalling this guy for now.
“It’s absolutely certain.”
Wang Mu sighed. “Brother Lin, in the glimpses I have seen of the future,”
“The Flame Emperor ignites humanity’s last flame with his life, dragging several otherworldly enemies to their mutual destruction, the sky weeps blood, the heavens mourn.”
“Before his death,”
“He once lamented that if he had not wasted his youth indulging in fleeting love and been trapped by emotions, he might have reached a higher level before the final battle.”
“If that had been the case, his parents, his comrades, and his brothers would not have fallen before his eyes.”
Parents.
Comrades.
Brothers.
Lin Yan murmured, visions of faces appearing in his mind.

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If such formidable enemies truly arrive in the future, and he can only watch helplessly as his parents and brothers fall—unable to save them—
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