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Inside the main hall, the flames in the Creation Furnace lingered, protected by a semi-transparent barrier that prevented the fire from spreading outwards.

Through the barrier, one could see Xu Milu sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, her expression calm, revealing nothing about her.

The bronze beast knew that this barrier was not to protect Xu Milu inside, but to prevent the phoenix fire on her body from leaking out, so as to prevent the fire from burning down the Wuzhuang Temple.

"Why……"

The bronze beast lay sprawled out, sighing deeply, which disturbed Aqing, who couldn't help but cover her ears and complain:

"Grandpa Hou, this is the thirty-ninth time you've sighed today. The master once said that the longer the Heaven and Earth Creation Furnace is open, the better the magical artifacts it produces. You should be happy for Sister Xu, so why are you sighing like this? Isn't that strange?"

"You ignorant little demon, how could you possibly understand... this little phoenix... truly worthy of being master and disciple..."

The bronze beast drooped its eyes and mumbled incoherently, failing to clearly express the unspoken meaning in its words.

He had already recognized Xu Milu's background, and the fact that Sun Dasheng had taken a little phoenix as his disciple was no secret within a small circle.

only……

The old spirit glanced at Xu Milu discreetly, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping itself.

No wonder an ordinary little fairy could easily refine the phoenix bone; it turns out that the original owner of the phoenix bone was related to him by blood.

It's unclear whether it was a case of the son killing the father or the father killing the son.

There are only a handful of phoenixes in the world, you can count them on one hand. In addition, the phoenix clan has extensive ties with Western Buddhism. The one that was killed might very well be the phoenix that the Golden-Winged Roc has been searching for everywhere, both in the heavens and on the earth.

It was a spirit of an artifact, and upon suddenly learning such a secret, it had no one to share it with, and felt as if eight thousand ants were crawling inside its heart.

Just then, the barrier inside the hall shattered, and a massive wave of fire swept in instantly. Countless golden flames burst forth from the furnace fire, and the intense flames caused the furnace to emit bursts of white mist. A thick fog rose up and suddenly enveloped the entire mountain.

Xu Milu emerged from the thick fog with a blank expression, a small flame still burning on the hem of her clothes.

Seeing this, the bronze beast tentatively asked:

"Could it be... that we... lost?"

Xu Milu shook her head.

The bronze beast spoke again: "So... it's done?"

Xu Milu thought for a moment, seemingly hesitating, before speaking with a strange expression: "It should be successful... I guess."

If it's done, it's done. Why is there a "ba" in it?

Tell me what you actually managed to refine!

The bronze beast was so curious that its heart ached, and it wished it could pounce on the beast, grab its collar, and ask it everything.