Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1037: The Temple of the Blazing Flames

Jacob was shocked when he heard this unexpected secret. Immortika had never told him about this particular detail before, and now that he knew, he was seething with killing intent and apprehension.

"Angelic Races? Could Vortigash be a Zodiac Enforcer? After all, that’s the only way he can enter the Middle Plains with a Divine Flame unless he had a Universal Godly Scripture, which I’m sure he didn’t have." Jacob revealed what came to his mind and sought Immortika’s confirmation.

"Hehe, do you really believe that guy is a Zodiac Enforcer?"Immortika questioned in return.

Jacob’s eyes flickered as he thought about the last time he encountered the Zodiac Enforcer, and instantly rejected the idea of Vortigash being one since he was too weak. Granted, Vortigash had a Divine Flame, but he wasn’t using it to its full potential, and his Jinx worked on him with only the cursed mana he had.

"Then who the hell is he?" Jacob was frustrated.

"That’s for you to find out. Didn’t you already capture him?"Immortika teased.

Jacob no longer wasted his breath on asking again since he knew he wouldn’t get anything out of the eccentric book.

Jacob then changed the topic and asked about something else, which was equally important, "What about the Yang Flame? Is it also a Divine Flame? But since that guy already had a Divine Flame, why would he go after the Yang Flame, and he said something like the Yang Flame being a treasure of his clan before it was stolen for them?"

"No, Yang Flame is not a Divine Flame. Didn’t I already tell you? The Yin Ice and Yang Flame are extremely rare materials that can be used in different ways. The biggest benefit is that they can evolve magic cores and turn into an element and a law.

"Since you already had acquired the Yin Ice and evolved your Water Magic Core into Yin Magic Core, you are in possession of the Yin element and can tap into Yin Law. However, as you have already experienced, the Yin element isn’t easy to handle, even with your current body, you can utilize its full power because it’s highly unstable, just like a Divine Flame.

"The same goes for the Yang Flame; it’s also unstable, and if you try to use it, the result would be the same as using the Yin Ice. That’s why you need the Yang Flame to stabilize the Yin Ice, creating a harmony between Yin and Yang elements.

"However, both Yin Ice and Yang Flame are extremely rare, even more rare than Divine Flames because of their universally defying nature. Acquiring the Yin Ice was a stroke of luck, and now you have also found the Yang Flame; not even the Gods have such luck. So, you should be grateful and happy about them, not sulking."

Jacob was speechless, as he wanted to retort, but couldn’t find any words, since Immortika’s words made sense, and he had personally experienced the power of Yin Ice.

Furthermore, Jacob knew Immortika had done something to help him absorb the Yin Ice after the latter took over his body last time. If he were to do it, he might not even succeed.

’Yang Flame and Yin Ice can help evolve magic cores and can even be used in creating treasures of unknown powers. Then could it be that Vortigash wants the Yang Flame because it can also be used with the Divine Flame in some way?

’But then why didn’t his clan use it before it got stolen? It makes no sense at all. Moreover, given how important the Yang Flame is, why would they give it to him and take it all the way to the Middle Plains? Lastly, how did he enter the Middle Plains and know the Yang Flame was here and able to track it through me...’

There were so many loopholes in Vortigash’s presence that Jacob couldn’t even bother to think about them. Nonetheless, as Immortika had said, he had already captured Vortigash, and extracting information from him now depended on Jacob’s skills and determination.

Now that some of his questions had been answered, Jacob looked ahead at the pathway and moved forward before issuing Immortika a command, "Alert me if something unexpected appears."

The moment Jacob stepped through the pitch-black pathway, a wave of scorching heat surged around him—yet it wasn’t wild or hostile like before. It felt ceremonial, like a mysterious presence acknowledging his passage.

The darkness lifted like a burning mist, revealing a vast, circular chamber that glowed with a golden-red light.

Jacob’s eyes flickered as he took in the sheer majesty of the place. The air shimmered with barely-contained fiery energy, so dense that even breathing felt like inhaling power.

A ring of titanic flame-forged columns held up a ceiling covered in mystical firelight, flickering like stars trapped behind translucent gold glass.

Each of those columns was carved with ancient murals—some animated, some still—depicting a figure Jacob had never seen before.

A being of both grandeur and desolation, crowned in solar flame, cloaked in robes made of burning skies and stars. His face was never shown, always hidden beneath a helm of blazing horns or masked by fire itself.

But every mural showed him wielding flames that seemed to reshape worlds—consuming creatures, taming monsters, or igniting cosmos.

At his feet in those murals were the same Flame Acolytes Jacob had fought—Ashflare Nyza, Tempest Vaeliar, Solar Tharnak, and others—kneeling or rising with flame tokens in their hands, as if granted power by this unknown Flame God.

Some images depicted battle scenes, while others were ritualistic. One mural even showed the Flame God walking into a black void holding two swords—one sword burning in golden flames and the other in crimson flames.

Jacob’s eyes stopped at this image for a while before he looked deeper into the hall. As he walked, the flames grew quieter. It was like fire held its breath here.

In the center of the grand hall, illuminated by a shaft of falling mystical firelight, were two things.

Atop a rune-forged dais stood two flame-bound swords.

They floated in the air, crossed at the hilt, as if resting after an eternal battle. Their aura was stifling—not in hostility, but in sheer presence.

One sword blazed radiant gold, forged with solar lines, its blade etched with angular sigils that pulsed like molten veins. It exuded destructive heat, as if it were born from the heart of a collapsing sun. Its name shimmered faintly beside it: Sun-Eater Fang

The second sword radiated deep crimson, coiled in inward-spiraling wisps of ember mist. The sigils along its edge were circular, almost hypnotic. It carried a silent wrath—a weapon forged not to burn, but to consume.

Its name: Cinder Shade Fang

Together, they emanated a heartbeat—a twin pulse of outward fury and inward erasure.

But it wasn’t all. Carved into the floor beneath the blades was an ancient symbol: a golden-red Yin-Yang Flame Mandala, inscribed with layers of Fire Law and an unknown imprint.

There were also words written in flames: Inheritance of the Blazing Flame Celestial Demon.

"Only one who has overcome the Acolytes and carries Flame-Will may claim my Fangs and Legacy.

"Failure will result in soul incineration."

Jacob was shocked when he saw those regal words, and his gaze flickered. "So, this is the inheritance that voice mentioned...Blazing Flame Celestial Demon!"

Jacob’s eyes were fixed on those twin swords, and he couldn’t help but look at those murals. Now he knew that mysterious figure in the murals and master of those Flame Acolytes was none other than the Blazing Flame Celestial Demon.

Other than this inheritance, a few steps away, encased in an orb of transparent cosmic crystal, floated the Yang Flame.

No larger than a human head, it burned like a miniature galaxy. Its core pulsed with golden-white light, surrounded by threads of fiery orange, vermilion streaks, and dazzling violet sparks—each one curling in slow, infinite spirals.

It looked less like fire and more like a living concept of expansion, a force of vitality and creation masquerading as flame.

When Jacob laid his eyes on the Yang Flame, the Yin Ice within his core stirred violently, startling him!