Gong Zhuo will indeed not be burned to death, at least not by the Phoenix True Fire.
After all, it was a gift from Feng Wuxie intentionally, and the final burning was just a necessary test, and it also helped improve Gong Zhuo's physique.
Although it is a bit difficult, as long as Gong Zhuo remains clear-headed, he will be able to get through it.
Even after he got through it, Gong Zhuo still felt like his blood was boiling and ready to burn at any moment, which scared him a lot.
"Isn't this some kind of aftereffect?"
"What kind of aftereffects are these? How can you, a youngster, be so ignorant?" Feng Wuxie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You've awakened your Phoenix bloodline and fused with my Phoenix True Fire. Your cultivation is bound to rise significantly."
"With your current state, you can form a golden elixir at any time, or even directly ascend to the middle stage of the golden elixir."
"But you can't transcend the tribulation in the formation tomb. Your body is too suffocated, so you will naturally feel this way. It will be fine after you get out and break through."
"After you break through, you can try to open up an independent storage space for the Phoenix Clan. Then you can take out the things your mother left for you."
"The Phoenix Clan also has independent storage space? Did mother leave something for me?"
Gong Zhuo was stunned by these two pieces of news.
"Yes, it's the red mole on your hand. That's the dimension your mother transferred to you. Once you've achieved Dan Formation and opened up your own dimension, the two dimensions will merge."
"In ancient times, many mythical beasts and ferocious beasts had their own exclusive spaces, the main function of which was to store food."
“Therefore, families like our Feng family, which can obtain the true blood of the divine phoenix, also inherited this.”
"But their space is innate. We have to reach the Golden Core stage to open it up. As our cultivation level increases, it will gradually expand."
"Although that space only has a storage function, it is undetectable to anyone except the elders of the same clan. It is much safer than ordinary storage items."
"However, other storage items can still be used after their owners die, but the space we opened up will be gone once the owner dies."
"However, before dying, it can be transferred to one's blood relatives, but this is extremely costly."
"Not only does it cost a wisp of divine soul, but it also costs two years of your lifespan."
"In other words, Mother could have lived for another two years, but she gave up just to transfer the dimension to me?"
Gong Zhuo lowered his head and rubbed the red mole on his wrist, his eyes red.
In my memory, my mother was an extremely gentle and beautiful woman. She would teach me calligraphy step by step, carefully analyze the exercises for me, and help me correct my movements bit by bit during my daily morning exercises.
He was young at the time, and with a naturally playful nature, he couldn't sit still. He would constantly look out the window, wanting to run around like other kids, or even play in the mud.
His mother never got angry because of his playful nature. She would not only reason with him patiently, but also, since he liked playing in the mud, she would simply take him to learn how to refine equipment so that he could play in the mud openly.
The first gadget he created was a small bird molded and fired from a special clay. It looked like a crude piece of porcelain, but it could fly and chirp, making him a real standout among the other kids.
He loved refining weapons and studied very hard. But he was too young at the time, and he didn't fully understand many of the formulas or perform many of the movements.
Once he fails to do something, he can't help but get anxious, and complains that his mother makes him learn too much, and that his cousins don't have to learn so much.
They just do morning exercises for half an hour every day, write a few big characters in the afternoon, and learn breathing exercises in the evening.
But apart from eating and sleeping, he only had half an hour to play every day, and the rest of the time he had to practice and study constantly.
He knew in his heart that his mother was doing it for his own good, but when his temper flared up he couldn't help but get angry with her.
Every time this happened, his mother would show a sad look, then pick him up gently, coax him tirelessly, and make delicious food for him with her own hands.
Sometimes when he gets too angry, his mother will apologize to him.
"I'm sorry, Ah Zhuo. Mother doesn't want this to happen, but she doesn't have much time left."
He didn't understand at the time, he just felt that the time spent memorizing various formulas every day was so long, how could there not be much time?
It was not until he was six years old and his mother passed away that he finally understood the meaning of that sentence.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
From that day on, no one urged him to learn this or that, no one coaxed him gently, and no one tolerated everything about him and listened carefully to his every word.
Even if it was just his wild fantasy, even if it was just nonsense he spoke to brag.
From that day on, he could only learn to be self-aware and to comfort himself.
"Mother……"
A tear fell on the red mole, which felt slightly hot and emitted a faint red halo.
The light was so soft that it reminded Gong Zhuo of his mother's gentle smile.
Feng Wuxie felt that he was too old to witness this, so he quickly said, "Don't be sad. Your mother is doing this for your own good. She must want to leave you the best she has."
"For us monks, living two years longer or less makes no difference."
"Since your mother is injured to the point where she can't fight, she must be suffering from hidden injuries day and night."
"Besides, the Gong family isn't a good place either. The sooner they die, the sooner they'll be free!"
“…”
After being coaxed by him, Gong Zhuo felt even more sad.
The eldest brother curled up in a ball without saying a word, just staring at the red mole on his wrist and crying.
When Feng Wuxie saw this, he wanted to slap himself in the face. He really deserved to die. Why was he talking nonsense when he obviously couldn't coax people?
Look, a tear can be turned into rain!
Alas, this kid looks grown up, but he is just a 17-year-old teenager. It is normal for him to cry for a while when he is sad, right?
But he couldn't bear to see people cry!
Why not just kick him out? Out of sight, out of mind.
Feng Wuxie made up his mind and no longer felt nervous.
He floated in front of Gong Zhuo and rubbed Gong Zhuo's head again and again with one hand like petting a dog.
"Your mother should have left you the inheritance of the Phoenix Clan, but just in case, I, the ancestor, will pass on another copy to you."
"Live well and study hard, so that you can live up to your mother's hard work in the future."
"Well, all good things must come to an end. Goodbye, my child!"
Gong Zhuo was still immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself. He was confused again when he heard the last five words.
The senior who had given him the talisman to ward off evil spirits said goodbye to him with regret on his face and a desolate tone, which gave off a sense of the heaviness of history.
This old ancestor seems to be much older, why is his tone so cheerful?
It's like getting rid of a big burden.
But how could I possibly become a burden to this old ancestor?
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