Chapter 102: Subjugation

The radiance it emitted was so dazzling that it appeared more brilliant than the scorching sun in the opposite sky. Even the sky full of leaden clouds seemed to be driven away by its light. Under the illumination of the black light, the thick leaden clouds transformed into a sea of burning clouds stretching across the horizon, as if they were about to ignite. 

Previously, the sandstorm and tornado were completely shrouded by the black light. In the desert, a strange phenomenon of two suns appeared. One was a golden blazing sun, bringing endless light and heat to the desert. The other was a black sun, bringing endless darkness and scorching heat. The light from the two suns seemed distinctly separate, each occupying a corner of the world, refusing to yield.

In the distance, Qinglin stood atop the head of the king cobra, looking at the black sun rising ahead, and pointed with excitement, "Big Eye, look, it's the young master!" 

The king cobra's pale golden eyes reflected the black sun, and its pupils constricted sharply. 

It's it! It's the one! The black sun that I once devoured! 

Roar~

Inside the domain shrouded by black light, the faint sound of a dragon's roar echoed, carrying a hint of shock and anger to the outside world. 

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Inside, bursts of violent energy collisions and explosions could be heard from time to time. 

At this moment. 

At the edge of the black light covering, a white figure stumbled out. 

Swish!

Her figure paused for a moment, then quickly flew towards Qinglin, her gray-white wings flapping behind her.

"Sister Xian'er~" Qinglin tiptoed and waved eagerly. 

Soon, Xian'er arrived in front of Qinglin. 

Swish!

She retracted her wings, landing beside Qinglin with a slightly pale face and heaving chest. 

"Sister Xian'er, are you alright? Did you get hurt?" Qinglin quickly supported Xian'er, asking with concern. 

"I'm fine." Xian'er shook her head, then closed her eyes slightly, circulated her energy to regulate her breathing, and finally took a long breath before reopening her eyes.

Seeing this, Qinglin felt a bit relieved and quickly asked, "The young master is still inside. Will he be in danger?" 

"Don't worry, Brother Yang is fine. He asked me to leave. He said he's successfully located the source of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame and is now competing with it using his soul power," Xian'er explained. 

Upon hearing this, Qinglin patted her chest, and a smile of relief appeared on her face. 

Xian'er also smiled. 

They knew well that Wei Yang's greatest strength lay in his soul power! According to him, he was already nearing the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm. Now that he was engaging in a soul battle with the source of the different flame, he should have the upper hand. With that, the two women focused intently on the black sun suspended in the void. 

...

At the center of the black light domain. 

Wei Yang's body was completely enveloped by the black sun. 

Surrounding him were howling winds and sweeping brown flames, but they could hardly shake the black sun. 

On the contrary, its heat was continuously being absorbed and plundered by the black sun. 

With such immense energy support, the black sun fought more vigorously, gradually showing signs of suppressing the fierce winds and brown-yellow flames. 

The black light covered an area several miles around, including the towering tornado over a hundred meters high, completely enveloped within the black light. 

In terms of power alone, the fully unleashed Black Sun Fiery Flame, even with Wei Yang's support, could only reach the mid-tier level of a Dou Emperor. Compared to the Wind Fury Dragon Flame, which barely touched the boundary of a Dou Ancestor, there was naturally a gap. But the gap was not very large, and it could barely hold on for a while. 

However, the unsolvable aspect was that the Black Sun Fiery Flame could absorb the energy of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame for support! 

This led to the Wind Fury Dragon Flame being forcibly weakened by a portion, while the Black Sun Fiery Flame was supplemented and strengthened. 

With this give and take, both sides reached a stalemate. 

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Yang successfully located the origin of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame and launched a soul attack. 

At the eye of the tornado, more than a hundred meters high. 

Wei Yang's figure was completely enveloped in the black sun, and not far in front of him was a small tornado, only the size of a millstone and about two meters high. 

This small tornado appeared solid, with brown-yellow flames inside, accompanied by occasional dragon roars. 

It floated quietly, rotating quickly, radiating terrifying heat. 

But when its temperature approached the black sun, it was unceremoniously absorbed and devoured by it. 

The small tornado was helpless and furious, yet powerless. 

This was being restrained in the most straightforward way! 

Being attacked from below. 

The Wind Fury Dragon Flame was oppressed, with no means to fight back. 

Because, at this moment, its consciousness was being barraged by a surge of powerful soul force, gradually reaching its limit. 

No matter how desperately it defended, the defensive lines were still being broken through one after another. 

...

A black sun, more than a person's height, and a small tornado, stood in such a stalemate. 

With his eyes closed, Wei Yang's soul power surged from his brow, continually attacking the defenses of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame's origin ahead. 

His soul power, now nearing the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm, was overwhelmingly strong. In the clash with the different flame's origin, he firmly held the upper hand. 

The corners of Wei Yang's mouth quirked upward; he felt victory approaching. 

A different flame, after all, was just a different flame. 

An ownerless thing, exposed in the world. 

It seemed powerful, but its weaknesses were obvious. 

As long as you could successfully find its origin, it was like winning half the battle. 

Of course, the prerequisite was that you had to withstand its terrifying heat and burn, and successfully locate its origin. 

Then, your soul power had to be stronger, able to at least hold its own in the soul confrontation, or you would be actively seeking to be burned by the different flame, which wasn't difficult. But if you wanted to retreat unscathed, that would be challenging. 

...

Time passed. 

With the protection of the Black Sun Fiery Flame, Wei Yang appeared quite relaxed. 

After half an hour passed. 

Finally, with a sound that seemed nonexistent, a slight 'pop' echoed as if it resounded in his mind. 

Wei Yang's soul power successfully broke through the last layer of defense, entering the core of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame's origin, branding it with his soul imprint. 

Immediately, that familiar, comforting shiver of the soul transmitted once more. 

It made all the pores on his body seem to open up. 

His soul power also gained some growth in this mysterious state. 

Every time he conquered a different flame, it seemed his soul power had a chance for slight improvement. 

This delightful sensation was irresistible. 

It took a long time. 

Before Wei Yang slowly awoke from this state, slowly opening his eyes. 

Ahead, the small tornado source floated there, rotating slowly, calming down, no longer violent. 

Wei Yang reached out a hand, extending beyond the black sun's coverage, touching the outside world where the ever-present fierce wind and brown-yellow flames were. 

Immediately, he felt those fierce winds and flames becoming much more docile. Though still scorching, they no longer harmed him. 

Of course, since the Wind Fury Dragon Flame possessed high intelligence, having just been subdued by Wei Yang, it exhibited some defiance, unlike the Black Sun Fiery Flame, which showed closeness immediately after being subdued. 

The Wind Fury Dragon Flame still exhibited some defiance, rebellion, and might even retaliate if given the opportunity. 

To make it truly close and obedient, he probably had to fully refine it. 

"Rebellious?" Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. 

He retracted the Black Sun Fiery Flame, exposing his body to the fierce wind and brown-yellow flames. 

He looked at the seemingly eager small tornado and laughed coldly, "I consider the difficulty of forming your intelligence, so I haven't completely scattered it, turning you into a being with only basic instincts, as blank as a baby. Don't test my patience, or don't blame me for being ruthless!" 

The small tornado shivered at his words, instantly restraining itself and faintly projected a sense of fawning and submission. 

Wei Yang observed it coldly, his eyes flickering with contemplation. 

He considered whether to destroy its intelligence! 

With a single thought, he could completely eradicate the Wind Fury Dragon Flame's intelligence, returning it to its infant state. 

However, doing so would undoubtedly inflict great harm on its origin, drastically reducing its power. 

Different flames grew with difficulty and required a long time. 

This Wind Fury Dragon Flame had been around for unknown years, its intelligence honed over these years, now quite high, slightly inferior only to the Fallen Heart Flame. 

Destroying it like this would be a pity. 

If Wei Yang intended to devour and refine it, he would, without hesitation, do this to ensure success. 

But now that he possessed the Black Sun Fiery Flame, there was no need to devour and refine the Wind Fury Dragon Flame. 

Thus, Wei Yang refrained from doing so immediately after subduing it. 

Destroying its intelligence, heavily wounding its origin, seemed rather wasteful...