In the tomb of the Kunpeng King.
On the dark altar sat a man with his black hair cascading down his back like a waterfall. He wore a magnificent black robe with silver threads outlining the totem of the red spider lily. His eyes were closed, and his whole body was surrounded by red light. He had been in meditation for a long time.
Red runes were branded around him in the void, flashing with light from time to time.
Around this altar are four tall stone statues, and on top of one of them sits a girl in a purple dress.
The young girl was stunningly beautiful. She glared at the man cultivating on the altar below, grinding her teeth in anger. She reached out and grabbed at the void, creating a golden vortex. She dipped her hand into the vortex and pulled out a small stone.
She took the small stone and threw it at the man on the altar.
The stone struck the man's handsome face, but he was unharmed, remaining completely still without even blinking. The stone bounced off his face.
Seeing this, Ayao took out another large rock from her storage space. This time, the rock was almost as big as a watermelon. She pushed the rock towards Miexinluo, and with a loud bang, the rock shattered into pieces. Miexinluo didn't react at all, continuing his cultivation unharmed, without even opening his eyes to look at Ayao.
Ayao was so angry that she gritted her teeth even more. She raised her hand, and a towering mountain appeared in the sky above her head. She made a throwing gesture, and the mountain crashed down on the man on the altar below.
Bang!
With a loud crash, the mountain shattered into pieces before it even touched the man.
The mountain peak shattered into countless small stones, which were then ground into powder by the red light. A gust of wind swept through, carrying away the powder. Mie Xinluo still didn't open his eyes to look at A Yao. A Yao, furious, jumped down from the giant stone statue and onto the altar. Standing before the man, she shouted:
"Hey! What do you mean by this? You brought me here, and now you're ignoring me. If you're not going to talk to me, then let me out! You won't let me leave, and you're ignoring me. What's going on here?"
Ayao was full of complaints and resentment.
What exactly is this guy trying to do?
Seeing that Mie Xinluo still wouldn't open his eyes to look at her, A Yao couldn't hold back any longer and kicked him. However, the Immortal Emperor's physical body was too powerful; even with all her strength, the kick couldn't harm him. A Yao was so angry she was practically fuming. She even wanted to smash the Snow Phoenix Weeping Tears Qin on his head to see if his head was harder than the Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.
Ayao left in a huff and ran off to another place.
She sat down on a set of steps, wondering what she should do now.
She lacked the power to open an exit, and Mie Xin Luo refused to let her go. Rather than complaining here, she might as well cultivate here. Suddenly, she thought of the Kunpeng King's remains. That's it! She would refine Xu Fengzhi's remains from his previous life into a magical artifact right here.
Here, Ayao found the place for weapon forging. It was an extremely open space, with weapon forging formations inscribed everywhere.
With a wave of her hand, the enormous corpse of the Kunpeng appeared in the void above her head.
Looking at the feathers radiating celestial light, A Yao thought of the Phoenix Clan's ancestral armor. Perhaps she could forge a set of Kunpeng King armor modeled after the Phoenix Clan's ancestral armor. A Yao acted immediately, her fingers flashing, casting a series of restrictive runes. These runes transformed into enormous circles of light, landing on the Kunpeng's corpse.
A Yao's hands moved swiftly, her fingers moving so fast they became afterimages. Countless mysterious runes appeared around her, densely packed into circles of light that landed on the Kunpeng corpse. A Yao continued to cast spells, spending more than a month condensing the Kunpeng corpse from a million feet to a hundred feet in size. Then, she drew upon the fire essence within her body to refine the Kunpeng corpse into an armor form.
This process was extremely taxing on her immortal power, and even with the constant supply of energy from her life essence, she couldn't keep up. So she would refine for a while, then rest, and then continue refining, and that's how time passed.
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Sword God Palace.
When Feng Chu opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a white jade bed. He sat up and looked around. Jade-white pillars supported the dome, which was inlaid with mirrors that reflected a dazzling starry sky.
Pearls are inlaid on the walls, and the hanging gauze curtains sway gently like ripples on water. A rich, ethereal atmosphere fills the air, and the ground is spotless. It is obvious that this is a huge and magnificent palace. Where is this place?
Feng Chu spread his divine sense and saw countless exotic flowers and plants growing vigorously outside, radiating divine light. The mountain peaks were bathed in rosy light, strange birds and beasts frolicked in the forest, and waterfalls and springs cascaded down from the sea of clouds, crashing against the cliffs.
He sensed many powerful auras, the most terrifying of which was the white-clad man sitting beneath an ancient pine tree. That white-clad man was outside, outside the palace.
Feng Chu jumped off the white jade bed and looked at the clothes she was wearing.
He changed his clothes; he was still wearing white, but this style…
Why does that look like something a bastard from the Sword God Palace would wear?
How did he end up here?
He remembered everything that happened before he lost consciousness: he fought to the death with that old man, Chi Gu Weng, who revealed a great weakness. He summoned all his companion swords, hoping to take the opportunity to kill the old man, but he managed to escape.
Then he collapsed from exhaustion and fell unconscious.
How did he end up in this unfamiliar place?
Where is Feng Yao?
Feng Chu had too many questions in his mind, so he walked outside. As he stepped out of the palace, he saw a huge ancient pine tree, hundreds of feet tall, with many aerial roots hanging down. Flowers were blooming under the tree, and a man in white was sitting cross-legged there.
His long, jet-black hair cascaded down his back, and his appearance was incredibly handsome. He closed his eyes, and a faint white light emanated from his body, making his skin appear flawless like jade.
The moment Feng Chu stepped out, he opened his eyes.
When Feng Chu's eyes met his, his pupils contracted sharply, as if the other's gaze were piercing him like a sharp sword. Even more incredibly, the instant their eyes met, his natal sword seemed to resonate within him, vibrating violently. The sub-swords swirling around the sword embryo emitted a humming sound as if in celebration.
Feng Chu clutched the front of her shirt with one hand, her heart churning with turmoil.
who is he?
"You're awake," the man in white said softly, his tone cool.
"Who are you?" Feng Chu asked. "Where is this? Where is Feng Yao?"
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