Ayao's mouth was slightly open.
She wasn't entirely sure before that Xu Fengzhi was the eleventh generation Kunpeng King, but now she was certain. The Kunpeng corpse before her allowed her to sense Xu Fengzhi's presence.
This is the body that Xu Fengzhi once used.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but fly closer. She wanted to reach out and touch the wings of the Kunpeng. Just then, the space trembled violently, and she turned to look at Mie Xinluo.
The man with black hair and red eyes had his robes fluttering without wind. He took a deep breath, and all the essence and blood of the Kunpeng corpse rushed towards him.
Countless red, star-like specks of light flew out from the Kunpeng's enormous corpse, converging into spectacular rivers of red blood. Within these rivers of blood, starlight shimmered, and all of them flowed into the body of Miexinluo.
Ayao's eyes widened; she realized that Miexinluo was absorbing the essence and blood from the corpse of the Kunpeng King. Even after countless years, the essence and blood within the body of a Celestial Emperor still contained terrifying power. If it were anyone else, seeing him absorbing the essence and blood from Xu Fengzhi's previous incarnation would surely enrage Ayao, but the person before her was Xu Fengzhi's clone.
Ayao couldn't find any reason to stop him.
After absorbing all the essence and blood from the corpse of the Kunpeng King, Mie Xinluo sat cross-legged in the void. His whole body was radiating extremely vigorous blood energy. He closed his eyes and merged with the essence and blood he had absorbed.
For anyone else, even if they absorbed the essence blood of the Kunpeng King, refining it would be extremely difficult. But he was originally a part of Xu Fengzhi, and the remains he left behind were also a part of Xu Fengzhi. There was no rejection at all. It didn't take Mie Xinluo long to fuse all of this essence blood, and his injuries were completely healed.
Looking at the enormous corpse, even though it had lost its essence and blood, and the surrounding immortal energy and immense aura had weakened considerably, it was still the remains of an Immortal Emperor, the most superior material for refining artifacts.
Looking at the wings that glowed with blue light, she thought to herself: If someone were to break into this place one day and see these corpses, they would certainly not let them go.
That would be better off benefiting her than someone else.
She would never give Xu Fengzhi's body to anyone else.
With a thought, A Yao waved her hand and put the corpse of the eleventh generation Kunpeng King into her storage space.
Mie Xinluo, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened them, glanced at A Yao, then closed them again and continued his cultivation.
Two days later, Mie Xinluo finished his cultivation. With a wave of his hand, a huge red vortex appeared. A Yao watched him fly towards the vortex, and followed him. The two of them left the vortex and returned to the altar they had been at before.
Without a word, Mie Xinluo sat down on the altar. As soon as he sat down, the runes on the altar began to flicker. Countless golden runes flashed like fireflies in the darkness, and at the same time, strange phenomena appeared throughout the entire space. A Yao looked around and saw the world transformed into a world shimmering with blue light, within which she heard the ethereal cry of the Kun whale echoing.
The stars are like a sea, and a giant whale swims in the cosmic ocean, a truly extraordinary sight.
Looking at the sea of stars before her, Ayao felt a strange emotion rising within her. It was as if she had traveled through countless eras and arrived in ancient times, where she saw Xu Fengzhi back then.
An illusion flashed by, like a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful bird.
She saw a man dressed in white and blue robes standing on a cliff overlooking the sea. The waves gently lapped against the rocks, splashing up white sprays. The man stood on the cliff, his long hair flying in the wind. Even without him turning around, Ayao knew who he was.
She tried to touch his figure, but the image simply vanished.
Ayao suddenly felt depressed.
Mie Xinluo continued his cultivation without a care in the world. A Yao looked at his face, which was exactly the same as Xu Fengzhi's, and felt even more disappointed. He was clearly his clone, yet he wouldn't even say a word to her.
Ayao stayed here for seven days, and during those seven days, Miexinluo still didn't say a single word to her.
"Hey, I want to go out. I need to find my master," Ayao said to Miexinluo.
The man closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard.
Ayao knew he must have heard her; he wasn't deaf, how could he not hear her?
“I said I need to find my master, so please open the path to the outside,” Ayao said.
Her cultivation level was too low; even though she had been here in her previous life, she couldn't open a path out now. She was worried about her master and wanted to find him as soon as possible. If she were alone, she would have to consider her safety, but if she brought this guy along as a bodyguard, she should be able to find her master quickly, right?
But Mie Xinluo ignored her completely.
Ayao repeated it loudly twice, but received no response whatsoever. Even Mie Xinluo didn't open his eyes to look at her. She gritted her teeth in anger. She walked over, grabbed Mie Xinluo's arm, and tried to pull him up.
"You...you get up..."
Even though Ayao used all her strength, she couldn't budge the man an inch.
"Oh, can't you give me some kind of response?" Ayao asked in a coquettish tone, clinging to the man's arm. "Get up, get up, get up, okay?"
Few men could resist the charm of a beauty like her, but Mie Xinluo before her seemed truly made of stone, letting her cling to his arm without opening his eyes or even losing his breath. A Yao gritted her teeth, looking at the man's face, a surge of anger rising within her.
Her eyes darted around, and she sat down behind Mie Xinluo, reaching out to hug him from behind. She nestled against his broad back, her breath sweet as orchids in his ear:
"You really don't even want to say a single word to me?"
Ayao's voice was full of resentment, but this resentment wasn't entirely an act.
Subconsciously, Ayao believed that Xu Fengzhi belonged to her, so his clone also belonged to her. If that was the case, how could he ignore her? He had clearly cared about her safety before, and she no longer believed that he could remain unmoved when she tempted him.
More than a thousand years ago, she accepted the fact that Xu Fengzhi was dead. But now that she knows that Xu Fengzhi has clones, perhaps more than one, a crazy idea pops into A Yao's mind: if she could put all his clones into one body and piece them together, could she create another Xu Fengzhi for her?
Since they're essentially one person, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with putting them together, right?
Her soft, boneless hands wrapped around the man's neck, and seeing that he didn't react, she gently kissed his earlobe. She observed the change in his breathing, her hands stroking his chest, but his expression remained cold and unchanging, like a statue.
Ayao was so angry that she wanted to strangle him.
In the deathly silent space, on the pitch-black altar, a handsome man with black hair and a black robe sat cross-legged. A stunningly beautiful girl in purple sat behind him, close to his body, her hands wrapped around him like snakes. Her long, black hair cascaded down and intertwined with the man's hair.
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