The moment Tyrion touched the lotus seed, the Fire Gic energy around him began to churn chaotically. Several surges swept towards Tyrion, but were absorbed as he circted his devil physique absorption technique.


    Tyrion quickly unfolded his palm to see the glowing seed. A burning sensation was spreading through his palm, although it was pleasantly warm. When Tyrion first dived into the magmake, some of the me miasma had managed to prate the Nine Nether me''s defenses and invaded his body. It had now been dispelled.


    "Good stuff."


    Tyrion eximed in admiration as he sat down on top of the lotus flower and pacified the ripples of Gic energy within his body. He ced one palm on top of the seed and one below, then pulled; the suction from his palms caused the seed to explode with a dazzlingly scarlet light that was as intense as the burning sun.


    An extremely pure scarlet Gic energy rushed out from the lotus seed and bathed Tyrion in a scarlet light. It poured into Tyrion through his mouth, nose, and even his pores.


    Tyrion''s skin turned scarlet red and the Gic energy within his body boiled vigorously and zed with astonishing energy!


    ...


    The wind screeched over the magmake as human figures scurried back and forth over its surface. Even though the raid earlier had depleted the area of most of its Infernal Aether Lotuses, there were still quite a few left over; after all, this magmake was extremely vast. A lot of people had stayed in this area to scrape up some of those leftovers.


    A white-clothed figure sat on one of the huge stone tforms floating in theke. His eyes were cold and focused as he stared into the scarlet magma, searching for any suspicious movements.


    He was a Spectral sentinel that Aetheron had left behind before they''d moved on. That Aetheron understood Tyrion quite well — even after watching him fall into the magmake, Aetheron didn''t want to give him a chance, so he''d left one expert behind to monitor the situation for him. If the guard noticed any sign that Tyrion was still alive, then he''d immediately send them a message.


    However, the grey-cloaked Elder disapproved of Aetheron''s actions. The magmake was extremely formidable; even the elder, himself, wouldn''t be able tost more than five minutes. On top of that, they''d stayed in the area for more than ten minutes before they left. That was more than enough time for Tyrion to have been burnt to ashes.


    The Spectral sentinel who''d been left behind was thinking the same thoughts; however, he couldn''t disobey Aetheron. Therefore, he impatiently stayed at his post with a terrible mood.


    "A Super soldier brat wants to live after falling in? How is that possible?"


    The Spectral sentinel smiled at no one in particr as he absent-mindedly looked around the boiling magmake. Suddenly, his mouth dropped open as astonishment flooded his eyes.


    The other experts who''d been digging the area for Infernal Aether Lotuses also watched the surface of the magmake with expressions of disbelief.


    A whirlpool had formed down there. And all of the me-forged pythons were fleeing.


    Bang!


    A tall pir of magma shot out from the vortex. A human form flew out from the liquid and moved to hover in midair.


    The ck mes slowly burned away to reveal a slender and handsome youth. Many of the spectators widened their eyes at his familiar features.


    "It''s that youth who got beaten into the magmake by those people from White Dragon Overlord City!"


    "How is he still alive?"


    "How is that possible?"


    Cries of surprise burst from those who saw Tyrion''s entrance and their faces turned pale as if they''d seen a ghost. At first, they''d felt sympathy for Tyrion when they saw him fall into the magmake. But who would''ve thought that he''d still be alive?


    Tyrion, however, didn''t bother with the astonished faces. Instead, he looked down and looked at his slender hands, then clenched them. An unconceble excitement permeated his majestic Gic energy.


    Thanks to the pure Fire Gic energy within the Hellion Aether Flower, Tyrion''s ability had been greatly strengthened and his physique had been further strengthened by a fold. He could also sense that his ck fire had grown even stronger.


    The greatest boost from the refined Fire Seed had been to his ckfire super cell, instead of his Gic energy.


    Tyrion showed a satisfied smile before he looked around. Aetheron and his crew were already gone. It made sense; they didn''t have the time to wait around for him.


    "The next time we meet, I''ll make sure you''re not sofortable." A chill shed through Tyrion''s ck pupils. He waved his sleeve and was prepared to leave, but his eyes were suddenly drawn to a camp  a short distance away. His expression changed. Seated outside the camp was a white-clothed Elder, staring at him in shock.


    "They actually left a guard behind?"


    Tyrion''s expression turned dark when he saw the white-clothed expert.


    The white-clothed Spectral sentinel mirrored Tyrion''s change of expression. His heart jumped. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and fled. As a Demonic warrior, he definitely wasn''t Tyrion''s opponent. He had to find Aetheron and tell him that Tyrion was still alive.


    Rustle!


    But just as the guard started to fly away, a screeching wind made him turn his eyes over his shoulder. What he saw scared him so badly that his soul almost left his body. In that instant, Tyrion had appeared right behind him.


    "Since you stayed behind, then you should stay here forever," Tyrion said with his cold but casual tone. The ice-cold bloodlust was clear to the ears of the Spectral sentinel.


    "Shhhhhu!"


    The guard''s face changed dramatically. With a clutch of his fingers, a long dark spear materialised in his hand and thrust forward with a trembling ferocity.


    A pair of slender hands wrapped in dark mes also shot forward like twin bolts of lightning. They slid over the ck spear and reached around the Spectral sentinel.


    Bang!


    The guard''s clothes immediately turned to ashes as a death-ck palm print appeared on his back. He coughed up red blood as the despotic mes overtook his body and roasted him down to his veins.


    "Arrrghhh!"


    The Spectral sentinels shrieked miserably as he burned.


    Tyrion seized over the ck spear with an apathetic expression. Then he swung it down on the Spectral sentinel, much like one would swing a club. A violent gale rushed away from the pair as Tyrion mercilessly pounded his opponent into the magmake.


    "Arrrghhh!"


    The Spectral sentinel shrieked again as hended in the magma, but was quickly cut off as the boiling liquid engulfed him with a green cloud of smoke. He''d already been reduced to ashes.


    With a flick of his finger, Tyrion tossed the ck spear after him. Once that was done, he dusted off his hands. Then he turned around and left, the whole time wearing the same calm expression.


    The other experts in the area watched Tyrion''s shrinking back with expressions of fear as they realised that their heads were damp with cold sweat. Who would''ve thought that such a youngster could be so ferocious when provoked?


    That young man was a fierce one. Aetheron was going to have quite the headache for provoking him.


    The experts shook their heads and sighed inwardly before they recovered and returned to their tasks of harvesting the leftover Infernal Aether Lotuses.


    Roughly ten minutester, Tyrion had left the magmake behind him. Ahead of him was the huge pce. People were rushing towards it inrge numbers like hungry wolves and tigers — everyone was searching for the treasures that might appear. Find joy at m-vl_emp,yr


    This area was far more chaotic than the magmake. Even the slightest would engulf arge number of victims, even if they had no idea what that even was.


    Tyrion swept his eyes over the scene and quickly lost interest. This was clearly still within the outer limits of the Sacred dimensional relics, so there was no way any treasures would appear all the way out here. Aetheron and the rest probably hadn''t wasted any time here, either.


    Tyrion thought about it a little, then decided to move ahead. With a quick sh, he bolted straight towards the pce. Once in awhile, some untactful idiot would get in his way. When that happened, all Tyrion had to do was casually send out a palm and send them flying backwards with blood trailing from their mouths. He didn''t bother with being polite.


    When everyone else saw what he was capable of, they grew too wary to act and simply allowed him to pass.


    Tyrion passed through the entryway and entered a long and narrow corridor, which asionally branched off into a few rooms. Tyrion allowed others to hurry into those rooms ahead of him. Sometimes there''d be bursts of joy — sounded like they''d found some valuable treasures — but those sounds were usually followed by the shing of weapons.


    Tyrion didn''t let his attention stray in the slightest. He identified a single route and headed towards the depths of the pce. He''d already wasted too much time under the magmake, so now he had to rush.