Chapter 86 The Truth

But Shang Youqing stared at the scene in a daze, without being moved at all.

She even felt an unprecedented fear.

shudder.

Because... the person in front of her, whose heart was pierced by her golden feather fire blade, had a face exactly like He Cong.

While He Cong blocked the thunder tribulation, he also instantly absorbed all of the thunder tribulation's energy...

Shang Youqing finally realized what was going on. She subconsciously stepped back, but it was too late.

An ice wall was instantly built behind him by the wind and snow.

The person in front of him absorbed the energy of the thunder tribulation and became like a completely melted stone statue.

His hands moved first. He lowered his eyelids slightly, staring at the fire blade that pierced his heart, and pulled it out calmly.

In an instant, Shang Youqing was attacked by the eternal cold air covering the golden feather fire blade. He fell to the ground unexpectedly and cried out a mouthful of blood.

"He Cong...is this the clone you used to plot against me?"

The wind and snow blew through his drooping silver hair. His real skin felt more like transparent cold jade. His eyes were without pity. He glanced at the struggling phoenix on the ground with an extremely cold look and said, "Yes."

Shang Youqing was corroded by the cold air, his wings trembling violently. He asked in a cold voice, "Did you plant all the killing barriers on your body, including the killing barriers on Momo, yourself? Did you do that to lure me to devour the killing barriers and come here to survive the thunder tribulation?"

The broken copper bells of the mountain temple that was knocked down were ringing intermittently. He stood still, his breath was so cold, and his voice was like a pool of silent glacial snow water. He still said "yes" calmly.

Then, he leaned down and used his cold, snow-white, slender fingers to push aside the phoenix's belly feathers, trying to retrieve the chick from under Shang Youqing's feathers.

Shang Youqing tried his best to curl up his tail feathers and wrap them around his abdomen, snarling, "Get out, get out of here..."

However, the cold hand broke the several slender tail feather bones that Shang Youqing was trying hard to protect his abdomen with as casually as breaking a branch.

Amid the phoenix's painful screams, the little phoenix chick hidden in the soft down feathers of her belly was peeled out, and she disappeared in the wind and snow, holding the chick.

Shang Youqing flapped her wings violently in the ruins of the ancient temple, but her tail feathers were broken and she couldn't fly no matter how hard she tried.

Her wings slammed hard against the rubble, leaving blood all over her. She still couldn't fly. She could only watch helplessly as the icy figure snatched away her chick and disappeared from the snowy peak...

His heart seemed to have been eroded and crushed by the cold, and blood kept oozing from the corners of his mouth, blooming in the snow falling beneath him like shocking crimson petals.

The blood seeped down through the cracks in the broken rocks, bit by bit, seeping into the depths of the winding mountains.

The spiritual breath from the priest came into contact with the weeping phoenix heart blood, and the long-dormant soul was awakened at this moment.

As the mountains shook, cracks appeared in the bottomless glaciers, shaking the bloody phoenix on the snow-capped mountains into the abyss.

Shang Youqing tried her best to spread her golden wings, but she couldn't keep her balance at all. Her long tail feathers with broken tailbone drooped at the bottom of her wings. Her entire phoenix body was shaking and falling into the endless abyss.

But she didn't fall in the end.

Shang Youqing was embraced by an extremely broad and warm arm.

She was in so much pain.

The roots of the tail feathers were broken into several pieces, and the slightest movement would cause pain and convulsions throughout the body.

His breathing was trembling, and he smelled the familiar warm spiritual breath from his childhood. His wings instinctively burrowed into that embrace, and tears of blood fell down uncontrollably, making his originally beautiful and neat feathers a mess.

As his consciousness was scattered, Shang Youqing seemed to hear a warm and familiar voice that seemed to be able to soothe the entire world, "Xiaoqing..."

For a long time afterwards, Shang Youqing spent most of her time in a coma. She didn't have the energy to transform, and remained unconscious in the form of a phoenix.

Every time she finally woke up, she felt as if her whole body was penetrated to the bone marrow and feathers by the lingering cold. She, a fire phoenix, actually began to feel the cold.

Shang Youqing would tremble with cold every time, curling up his dull wings and burying himself in the priest's arms. The pain from his broken and drooping tail feathers would soon cause him to fall into unconsciousness again...

Suffering from such repetitive pain, Shang Youqing didn't know how long he had been unconscious in the abyss.

It was several months later when she regained consciousness.

Shang Youqing was no longer under the glacial abyss.

She opened her wet eyes and found herself nestling in a nest in the center of an ancient tree.

For a moment, he forgot that his tail feathers were still injured, and he spread his wings and wanted to fly down from the huge ancient tree. As a result, he flapped his wings in mid-air and lost his balance, almost falling down. In the end, he was held steadily by a pair of warm hands.

Shang Youqing barely managed to stand steady in his palm, looked up, and saw the gentle and beautiful face as bright as the breeze and the moon in his memory.

Shang Youqing opened his mouth to call the priest, but his vocal cords seemed to be torn and crushed by something. He swallowed a little and it hurt so much that a little blood came out.

"I can't speak yet."

The priest touched her furry head and reminded her softly.

Shang Youqing was brought back to the courtyard to treat the wound that had just been opened when he fell from the ancient tree.

The priest placed her in front of a table filled with bottles and jars of medicine.

Shang Youqing looked around the furnishings in the house and recognized that this was the home she lived in with the priest when she was young, before she was sent to Wutong Mountain.

When the priest removed the gauze on the tail feathers, Shang Youqing lowered his eyes slightly and looked over. He saw clearly that the tail feathers behind him, which had originally been sparkling with a brilliant color, had already lost their luster.

And because the feather bones are broken, the fluff on them is piled into small clumps, sticking to the feather roots in a mess, which is extremely ugly.

Not to mention the phoenix, even the feathers of ordinary birds are much more beautiful than this.

Shang Youqing stared at the broken feather bone, motionless, without even blinking.

It was as if she wanted to replay over and over again through the broken bones on the tail feathers how those hands had easily broken her tail feathers into this half-dead state.

The priest also carefully treated the broken part of her tail feather, applying spiritual power to heal it, trying his best to prevent Shang Youqing from feeling too much pain.

Shang Youqing looked at it, then turned his head away woodenly and coldly.

It seemed as if he didn't want to take another look at his tail feathers.

She stared out the window listlessly.

The wind blew in through the gaps in the windows and doors, and Shang Youqing's wings curled up reflexively. He was so cold that he wrapped his wings around his abdomen.

Then he realized something and endured the pain from the cold air. He opened his wings and lowered his head. The down feathers on his abdomen were soft and flat, but empty. The chick was no longer there.