Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 1506

Chapter 1506: Chapter 619: Blood Ash Tinder

In the stone bowl, the flame was only the size of a pea, its color a deep crimson, with a heart as black as iron.

It burned quietly, without the leaping frivolity of ordinary Spiritual Fire, imbued with the aura of ancient times.

Fire Seed!

Ning Zhuo was acutely aware of its preciousness.

“This fire is called Blood Ash,” said the Red Robe Guest, his tone calm and composed, “Years ago, I obtained it at an Ancient Altar, half-sunken underground, surrounded by scorched earth for a hundred li, withered Spiritual Energy, and no growth of plants. Only this one fire in the bowl, undying through millennia.”

Ning Zhuo focused his attention.

He saw outside the flame, fine red ash like dust slowly swirling. The ash did not disperse, merely rising and falling with the flame’s intent, gathering and scattering, like remnants of some ancient ritual law.

The Red Robe Guest spoke blandly, “This fire is not subject to ordinary refining methods. Infusing it with Mana merely adds fuel; forcibly restraining it will provoke its backlash. Only a fragment of incantation remaining on the altar can truly move it.”

As he said this, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, his expression still lazy, but his gaze subtly rested on Ning Zhuo’s face.

“I can lend you the incantation to view. If you can utter it to elicit a response from the fire, I will lend it to you temporarily. If you cannot, consider it as me giving you the opportunity. Whether it succeeds or not, I have repaid you this favor!”

Ning Zhuo naturally understood.

This was a repayment for healing him, and a test.

The Red Robe Guest did not directly hand him the treasure, but instead placed a door in front of him. The door was slightly ajar; whether it could be pushed open depended entirely on Ning Zhuo himself.

Ning Zhuo cupped his hands, “Thank you, senior, for granting me this opportunity.”

The Red Robe Guest took out a broken stone piece. Its edges were charred, with many twisted ancient characters carved on its surface, like bird claws scratching fire, or beast teeth gnawing stone.

“This is a rather incomplete incantation.”

Ning Zhuo did not recognize these characters but knew how to use them.

As he touched them slightly with his Divine Sense, the scene before him changed.

He seemed to be standing on a scarlet-black land.

The sky was low, the ancient sun like copper, and at the end of the wilderness stood a broken altar.

Around the altar, ancient people draped in Beast Skin and painted with red patterns bowed down, heavy stone drums sounded one after another, with sound waves shaking the ground. In the center of the altar, a blood-colored stone bowl hung high, its flame slowly rising, revealing a blood-fire figure so vast it defied description.

It was not a clear visage, but an ancient Divine Power.

As Ning Zhuo’s Divine Sense touched it, his chest’s Qi and blood were stirred. The speed of his blood flow suddenly accelerated, Mana was drawn by the fire’s intent, coursing through his meridians in circles. Each circle gave him a mysterious understanding of the characters on the stone piece.

He clearly did not recognize the words but could grasp their meaning.

He had never learned the sound, yet could utter it.

Ning Zhuo’s lips moved slightly, his voice initially inaudible, then gradually clear: “He holds the crimson bowl, blood burns to illuminate.”

The flame in the stone bowl suddenly trembled.

The Red Robe Guest, initially half-leaning on the Fire Bed, his demeanor languid, lifted his eyelids faintly at this verse, and his fingers stopped lightly on his knee.

This verse, which he had pondered for three days in the past, Ning Zhuo uttered true tones at a single touch.

Ning Zhuo did not notice the subtle changes in the Red Robe Guest. At this moment, his Divine Sense was already deep within the ritual text, the phantom scene before his eyes with wilderness stone drums sounding louder, the firelight on the altar reflecting brightly in his heart’s lake.

He continued to recite, “Red burn, red burn, fire’s mouth holds blood.”

The tiny flame in the stone bowl lengthened by half an inch, the rotation of red ash at the tail quickened.

“Red veins circle thrice, gray teeth birth seven.”

As Ning Zhuo recited to this point, he felt his own blood and Qi lightly held by an invisible hand, not forcibly taken, but guided along an ancient ritual circuit.

With each cycle of his blood, the fire’s intent clarified a bit more. After three cycles, the flame seemed to recognize his Qi, beginning to tilt toward him.

The Red Robe Guest’s face remained unchanged, but his gaze grew increasingly grave.

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In his own attempts to communicate with this incomplete incantation using his Divine Sense, many of the phonetics were known, but their meanings were not understood.

Yet the few lines Ning Zhuo recited, ancient in syllable and twisting in articulation, each one struck the Qi Mechanism of the Fire Seed, like a key fitting into an old lock, turning notch by notch.

“This kid…” The Red Robe Guest was secretly shocked, “His understanding of the Blood Dao and Fire Dao is by no means shallow!”

Ning Zhuo continued: “Blood walks the fire path, ash descends on the court.”

As these words fell, a slender light flew from the stone bowl’s flame, landing in Ning Zhuo’s palm.

The flesh of the palm was not burned, but rather a faint red-gray pattern emerged. The pattern resembled the altar’s circular marks, or the edges of the fire bowl, slowly converging into a small imprint.

Ning Zhuo’s body trembled slightly.

In an instant, he felt the dual might of the Blood Ash Fire Seed.

First, blood ignition.

This fire does not consume wood or stone, does not covet Spiritual Coal, the thing that truly allows it to grow is the vitality in the blood, the Mana in the blood, the Spiritual Nature in the blood. The richer the blood, the more vigorous the fire, the stronger the supplementation, and the easier its traceable entry.

“If used against the Flowing Gold Guest, Golden Blood being its essence, will undoubtedly become the brightest guide for this Fire Seed,” a thought surfaced in Ning Zhuo’s mind.

Second, Blood Ash disrupts circulation.

After the fire burns, fine ash enters the blood, disturbing its cycle. Meridians, Mana, Elixir Pills, blood vessels, all would be lightly restrained by the red ash.

It does not seek to incinerate the foe instantly, yet it can cause slight disarray within the enemy’s internal operations. Such accumulation surely leads to quantitative conversion into qualitative change, resulting in severe internal disruption and eventual total collapse.

Ning Zhuo’s Heart Spirit was slightly shaken, softly reciting the last two lines:

“He Xi is undying, the burning gate long awake.”

“Inch blood lights the bowl, inch fire returns to command.”

Bang.

The flame in the stone bowl suddenly surged three inches high.

The fire intent within the Cave Mansion seemed to momentarily bow, even the Pill Fire aura of the Red Robe Guest himself, sank gently at that moment.