The moon was an ultimate treasure that three kings of Mangcang Mountain had crafted using everything at their disposal. It was meant for use in the world of immortals, and even Lu Yun wasn’t certain of how strong it was.

If it hadn’t been for the abyss materializing in the chaos and swallowing the moon, it would’ve crushed a hundred Zhuo Bufans.

Of the five hellfires, the three that weren’t the Hadal and Netherdark Flames had just grown from being an ember, so they couldn’t release overly strong power. In addition, the Sanguine Flame was a special hellfire. It had to devour Lu Yun’s own immortal force in order to develop. Only through the increase of his own cultivation would it continue to mature.

The remaining Nihil and Abyssal Flames only needed to be infused with the power of merit from the Karmic Tree to steadily improve.

“It’s up to you then.” Lu Yun gently caressed the moon floating in...