CHAPTER 48: FUSION OF TWO DIFFERENT FLAMES, UNDERGOING NIRVANA

Everyone shook when they saw that Matt had comprehended a Supreme Law.

Was Supreme Law that easy to comprehend?

Ancient devils had spent thousands of years trying to comprehend it, but here a human, a kid not up to fifteen years old, had comprehended what they spent years trying to do.

The Ancient Flame Devil shivered at this because it knew that Matt had no comprehension of flame law until he absorbed its body. It’s not even been four days, and Matt had comprehended the Supreme Realm of the Fire Law.

Helplessness surged through its body; its soul felt so weak that it was already fading, near its extinction.

If not for the Supreme Dragon Devil, who quickly noticed this and saved it, it would have died—died of shock, horror, and helplessness.

The Supreme Devil was also shocked; he wondered what kind of being Matt was. This wasn’t human- or devil-like; he was already beyond their comprehension.

The Ancient Ice Devil Clone saw as Matt comprehended the Supreme Flame Law, it realized Matt was something beyond what it could use to toy with.

It didn’t back down; Matt’s comprehension of The Supreme Law didn’t scare it off.

Of course, if it knew that Matt had just taken three days to comprehend it and he still had one more supreme law apart from the two supreme laws it showed, it wouldn’t dare battle him again.

Matt felt intoxicated by the comprehension he had; he now felt flames were like living beings; he was fire himself.

Even he was surprised by the fact he was able to comprehend it, but when he learned why he was able to, he settled down.

It turned out that both flames were the apex of flames of contradicting energy and attributes; even a Supreme Devil can’t easily fuse them together.

As for why Matt was able to easily fuse them together, it was due to the help of the tree veins in his space, all the veins he had opened.

Even though he had forgotten who he was, the tree vein and the vein’s information were imprinted in his mind.

As Matt was still relishing the fact that he comprehended the Supreme Flame Law, the golden-black flames snuffed out; all of it that was burning on his body disappeared, or rather it felt as if they were extinguished.

All the devils were confused about what was going on with Matt. They could feel any aura of Matt; even the Supreme Law he comprehended had disappeared.

Matt was shocked by this, a bit scared, as he didn’t understand what was going on. He immediately checked his body and found the culprit.

It turned out the golden-black flames weren’t extinguished but were absorbed by the tree vein.

Matt was confused why it did so, but he knew that it couldn’t bring him any harm, so he left it to do its work.

All the golden-black flames were absorbed into the tree vein. Inside the tree vein, they were compressed until they became small, turning into a seed of flame.

His blood became unsettled; the Ancient Flame Devil bloodline was extracted from Matt’s bloodline by the tree veins, fusing with the seed of the golden-black flame.

The Ancient Flame Devil’s soul was also extracted from him, causing him to let out a grunt of pain that made him kneel.

The Ancient Ice Devil looked at Matt, who was now like a wounded dog.

It watched Matt grunt in pain, which made it realize something: it seemed that the backlash of Matt fusing those two apex flames was hitting him now.

It laughed out loud, "Humans, you have tasted the work of your hands."

Matt heard its words but wasn’t interested in answering it, just focusing on what the Tree Vein was doing.

Due to his silence, the Ancient Ice Devil thought it was right.

It heaved a sigh of relief; it seems it thought highly of Matt.

The Supreme Devil and the Ancient Flame Devil also saw this; they shook their heads. It seems all things have their limit.

Matt didn’t know of this, just watching what was going on within his body.

The tree vein absorbed the devil soul, fusing it with the flame seed. Matt could feel immense strength from the flame seed, his mind still confused about what the tree vein was doing.

The flame seed disappeared from the tree vein. What Matt saw next was that it had turned into a flaming vein that immediately attached to his body and the tree veins.

The flaming vein was burning with golden-black flames.

The flaming vein was as big as the main vein that Matt had awakened. Matt was still shocked by how this happened, and then the golden-black flame burst out, burning the Ancient Flame Devil body.

Matt was terrorized by this, but when he felt no ill intent from the flames, he calmed down.

The devils saw as Matt’s kneeling body began to burn by the golden-black flame; Matt was screaming in pain.

They watched these horror scenes. Matt Ancient Flame Devil body’s hands were burnt into ashes. This wasn’t all; his whole Ancient Flame Devil body followed next: legs, stomach, and head.

All that remained of the body was ashes,

The Ancient Ice Devil saw Matt’s body burning to ashes; it felt delighted by this, also a bit down as it intended to subdue Matt so that he could be its servant.

The Supreme Devil and the Ancient Flame Devil watched all of this; they were disappointed by this. The Supreme Devil looked at the surroundings, sighing. It seems that it couldn’t escape the fate of death.

Matt didn’t die at the enemy’s hands but at his hands. Who told him to fuse those two flames together?As a Supreme Devil, it had never felt this helpless and shocked before.

Seconds passed; it was expecting its soul to crumble, but nothing happened, which made it peer out and realize something.

Matt wasn’t dead, but it could feel a threatening aura from Matt.

It shook, now knowing that Matt was going through some unknown transformation.

Even though Matt’s body had burnt to ashes, the golden-black flame was still burning intensely.

The Ancient Ice Devil saw this and had a bad feeling about what was going on.

"BA-DUM... BA-DUM... BA-DUM..."

The sound of a heart beating made it realize that Matt was still alive.

The golden-black flames burned, enlarging to become a pillar of fire. The pillar of fire pierced through where they were, and the world shook.

The Ancient Ice Devil stepped back, seeing the fire pillar that had taken more than one meter.

The beating of the heart became faster, and the sound of something breathing was heard; this kept it in suspense about what was happening.

It felt like death was getting closer.

Footsteps were heard; everywhere became silent.

Matt stepped forward slowly, every one of his movements heavy with unnatural heat—like a living catastrophe dragging itself into existence.

The Ancient Ice Devil looked at what came out from the pillar of fire; its body shook.

A devilish body that looked sculpted from pure obsidian, polished yet cracked, as if something far more violent struggled to break free from beneath.

Thin fissures ran across the devil’s torso, arms, and legs—each one leaking golden-black flame that flowed like molten blood.

The fire inside its body wasn’t wild; it pulsed rhythmically, almost like a heartbeat, casting shifting shadows across its twisted form.

Its eyes were the most horrifying part.

No longer simple burning coals, they had transformed into twin vortexes of flame, each holding a spinning core of gold and black—two colors devouring and birthing each other endlessly.

Two massive horns curved from its skull, jagged and black, but wrapped entirely in thin, razor-like spirals of golden flame. These flames did not flicker. They spun slowly, deliberately, as if carving patterns into the air itself. Every turn of those flames left faint scorch lines suspended in space before fading.

Its wings were monstrous.

Not simple sheets of fire, but vast structures of layered flames—each layer shaped like torn feathers forged from black fire with golden edges. The wings stretched wide, bending the surrounding air, making the entire space ripple as though reality itself was melting.

Its arms and legs were thick, built like the limbs of a giant executioner. Obsidian plates overlapped each other down its limbs, each plate etched with burning runes that crawled like insects.

The claws at the end of its fingers were horrific—long, curved blades of compressed golden-black flame, so dense they gleamed like metal. When they scraped together, the sound was like burning steel being torn apart.

Heat radiated from its body in slow, suffocating waves—not uncontrolled, but deliberate, as if it decided how fast a victim should cook.

Every step it took branded the ground beneath, leaving behind circular scorch marks—half golden, half black—spinning in opposite directions like two suns locked in eternal orbit.

Smoke rose from it, but not randomly.

Thin coils of living golden-black steam spiraled around its shoulders, spine, and horns, twisting like serpents made of fire and ash. These streams whispered faint, crackling voices—the fragmented cries of everything the flames had devoured.

Its chest glowed brightest, as though a miniature star and a dying abyss fought behind its ribcage. Each breath it exhaled came out as hot mist—mist that hissed like boiling souls being released.

As it stood, everywhere dimmed; the world dimmed.