Infinite Fire Record

Chapter 7: The Comparison between the Divine Condor and the Battle Through the Heavens

The baby’s eyes remained closed, a slight frown forming between his brows. However, a flame appeared at that very spot—a silver-white flame that seemed to burn with an eerie stillness.

Yellow Pill Master gazed at the fire flickering upon the infant’s forehead with indulgence. In his eyes, a strange contradiction arose—a sensation both chilling and scorching at once. It was as if Huang Yaoshi beheld a flame that was impossibly lifelike, burning with an extreme fusion of cold and heat.

This baby was none other than Imperial Sky.

At that moment, Imperial Sky’s mind was immersed within his being. Though newly born, with his umbilical cord already severed, time would soon transform the stump into a navel—precisely where the Dantian resided.

Yutian, drawing upon the last vestiges of medicinal energy within him, slowly guided it into the infant’s Dantian. A faint layer of innate qi shrouded the area. At birth, all children naturally carried this essence, yet Imperial Sky’s qi melded seamlessly with the medicinal power, sinking into his Dantian and nurturing it.

Imperial Sky’s consciousness drifted within, orchestrating the final step in refining his supreme potential.

Meanwhile, Huang Yaoshi’s eyes darkened, a stern expression flashing across his face before a faintly wicked smile curled his lips.

Guo Jing stepped forward, gazing at Yutian. His shock was evident—his eyes widened, and his thick brows drew together, contorting his face into an ugly expression.

Guo Jing had been taught by Ma Yu and was deeply influenced by Confucian values and etiquette. Faced with such a demonic spectacle, he could not suppress his astonishment.

“Father-in-law, anything demonic must be eradicated,” he declares, his voice firm. “This child… his very appearance is unnatural. Such a child should not be.”

Imperial Sky, though his eyes remained closed, heard the words.

How pedantic… A man who depends on a woman for sustenance dares to judge me? Hmph…!

A cold sneer formed in his heart. At that moment, whatever bond might have existed between father and son was severed completely.

The midwife, still trembling, echoed the sentiment. “Yes, this child is too unnatural. I have delivered countless babies, but never have I seen one look so… inhuman.”

Yutian’s hazy eyes slowly opened. A newborn should have been unable to part his lids, but his eyes had already been cleansed and strengthened by the medicinal energy. He was different. He could see.

For an instant, a flicker of white flame danced within his gaze—then, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. His eyes shut once more.

The midwife gasped, her terror mounting. Her body quivered as she whispered, “A demon… a demon…”

At that moment, a faint phantom emerged—a shape resembling a peach blossom. Before anyone could react, the infant in the midwife’s arms disappeared. The spectral blossom drifted into the birth mother’s mouth.

A mouthful of blood burst forth from the laboring woman.

Huang Yaoshi’s voice rang out, cold as steel. “You are a mere servant, yet you dare to speak so freely of my grandson? Are you seeking death? Today, I shall only cut out your tongue. If you speak again, you will lose your life.”

His chilling tone made the midwife shudder, her knees nearly giving way beneath her.

Guo Jing turned to Huang Yaoshi, disbelief clouding his expression.

Huang Yaoshi met his gaze and scoffed. “Foolish one. So what if he is demonic? The greatest figures in history have all been born with omens of power. This child was born beneath a sky of blooming peach blossoms, and his birth was accompanied by a phenomenon of immense significance. He is destined to stand above the rest.”

As if in agreement, a faint smile played upon Imperial Sky’s lips.

Guo Jing wanted to argue, but looking at Huang Yaoshi’s stormy expression silenced him. He clenched his fists in secret frustration.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of burning eyes regarded him with pure disdain.

Spring turned to autumn.

In the heart of a bamboo house, a young boy paced about.

His long black hair framed a delicate face, his lightly arched brows and fair skin lending him an almost ethereal beauty. The word ‘beautiful’ was rarely used to describe a boy, but for him, it seemed fitting.

His dark gemstone-like eyes gleamed with intelligence, and between his brows, the silver-white flame continued to flicker, slow and steady. His entire presence exuded an unsettling charm.

This boy was Imperial Sky.

His sharp gaze landed on the book in his hands, the corners of his mouth curving faintly.

“Divine Eagle, Divine Eagle… How amusing,” he mused. “This world… finally, I understand its structure. Compared to the Dou Qi world, the difference is laughable. Like a mere drop of water against the vast Pacific.”

He placed the book aside and exhaled softly.

Five years had passed—five years were more than enough for Imperial Sky to comprehend this world.

He had spent these years on Peach Blossom Island, among the extensive collections of Huang Yaoshi. Canonical texts and martial arts manuals lined the shelves, offering him all the knowledge he required.

The Divine Eagle world, compared to the Broken World, was pitifully lacking.

The aura here was thin, and martial cultivation relied on extracting the essence from one’s blood to form internal energy. As one’s internal power grew, so too did their ability to restore their essence.

The Dou Qi world, on the other hand, thrived with abundant energy. Practitioners absorbed the heavens’ aura directly, converting it into a fighting spirit. As their power grew, they could even manipulate the stars, shaking the very heavens.

The two worlds were simply incomparable.

In his possession, Imperial Sky had numerous fighting techniques from the Dou Qi world. However, here in the Divine Eagle world, their effectiveness was significantly diminished. Even the weakest Dou technique—classified as yellow-rank—relied on drawing in the heavens’ aura to unleash its true might. But in a world where aura was scarce, such techniques could not reach their full potential.

He idly picked up another book, his gaze drifting to the peach blossoms outside the window.

Aura… The gap in the aura is simply too great.

Still, even though Dou’s techniques could not manifest their full power here, they remained formidable. After all, their foundation was in absorbing aura.

However, he would not disregard the martial arts of the Divine Eagle world entirely. Despite their limitations, this world carried five thousand years of cultural heritage. The principles embedded in their techniques were profound.

If the Dou Qi world was a land of brute strength, then the Divine Eagle world was a realm of wisdom.

Many martial arts manuals contained supreme principles. Though they could not exhibit their full might here, if brought to the Dou Qi world, they could draw upon the abundant aura there and unleash devastating power.

The Dou Qi world classified techniques into heaven, earth, profound, and yellow ranks, with further distinctions of high, middle, and low tiers. The higher the technique, the greater the energy required.

Imperial Sky’s lips curled as he continued reading, his mind already formulating a plan.