Chuchu flew back to Jiayang Mountain in a rage, her anger and confusion swirling like a sea of clouds, difficult to calm. Tianyi and Qingtian sensed her emotional turmoil and immediately followed her to Jiayang Mountain. The mountain range was instantly filled with unprecedented solemnity and vitality due to Chuchu's return. Even the usually leisurely Chongming bird tribe seemed unusually busy and concerned.
Lan Ying and Lan Feng led the elite members of the tribe to welcome Chuchu back. However, when they saw Chuchu's pale face, obviously seriously injured, their hearts tightened and their anxiety was beyond words.
Chuchu briefly recounted the events. Though she tried to remain calm, the emotional turmoil in her words was palpable to Lan Ying and the others. Upon hearing this, Lan Ying's face was filled with confusion. "Lingjun, do you believe that Demon Lord is Rong Lin Tianjun? To suppress the power of the Netherworld, you're willing to sacrifice yourself and use forbidden techniques?"
Chu Chu sighed softly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "Yes, he is Rong Lin, or rather, he is just one of Rong Lin's many identities. Everything I do is not out of personal grudges, but for the safety of the six realms. The threat of the Nether Power has not been completely eliminated, and I cannot let it have the opportunity to wreak havoc again."
Afterward, Chuchu sat on the rooftop of the Lingjun Palace, overlooking the magnificent scenery of Jiayang Mountain. A faint spiritual glow enveloped her, but beneath it lay a veil of fatigue and resilience. Tianyi and Qingtian stood on either side, their eyes filled with both concern for Chuchu and worry about the situation.
Chu Chu took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, then turned to Lan Ying, her tone revealing unquestionable determination: "We must act immediately. I need to recover my human form and spiritual power as soon as possible. Time is too precious for us."
Upon hearing this, Qingtian and Tianyi immediately plunged into their intense work. They pored over piles of tome books, hoping to find a way to restore Chuchu's spiritual power. Meanwhile, Lan Feng decided to visit the clan leader to see if there were any other clan secrets that could help Chuchu.
While waiting, Qingtian, holding the yellowed tome in his hand, walked towards Chuchu with a worried look on his face. "Princess, Tianyi and I have tried many methods, but none of them can break the seal set by Rongqi. Although the power of the Netherworld has been suppressed, the current situation in the Demon Realm is still worrying."
Tian Yi added, "Yes, Princess Di, those so-called gods in the heavens only care about their own interests and have no regard for the peace of the six realms. This incident is even more chilling."
Chu Chu shook her head helplessly, her eyes filled with both fatigue and helplessness. "I know everyone is working hard, but the most important thing right now is to recover my spiritual power. Although this body is powerful, without the spiritual power to support it, it is just an empty facade. Tens of thousands of years of cultivation, after this forbidden technique, it has almost been exhausted."
Seeing this, Qingtian quickly comforted her, "Princess Di, please take care of yourself. Some things can't be rushed, we must take it step by step. Restoring spiritual power won't happen overnight, but as long as we work together, we will definitely find a way."
With anticipation and hard work, three days passed like a flash.
Finally, they found the key clue to restoring their spiritual power in a dusty ancient book.
Lan Ying's joy was palpable upon seeing this. He excitedly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Spirit Lord, this is truly wonderful! We've found a way to restore your spiritual power. With the help of our Chongming Bird Tribe's sacred artifact, the 'Feather of Dawn,' and your own powerful willpower, we will surely fully restore your spiritual power."
This news was like a spring breeze, bringing long-lost smiles to everyone present and transforming the atmosphere into a relaxed and cheerful one. However, a new challenge soon followed: how to obtain the legendary "Feather of Dawn."
Tian Yi held up the tome and explained solemnly, "The Feather of Dawn is located atop the most precipitous peak of Jiayang Mountain. It only appears briefly at dawn each day, and four fierce birds guard it day and night. For tens of thousands of years, no one has been able to obtain it. This sacred object not only possesses the miraculous power to resurrect the dead, but can also suppress demonic and deathly auras. If a member of the Chongming Bird Clan obtains it, their spiritual power will increase significantly, making them unrivaled in the Six Realms."
Faced with such a difficult task, Qingtian couldn't help but frown. He glanced at Lan Ying, Lan Feng, and Tian Yi, and suggested, "If the four of us join forces, there might be a glimmer of hope."
Lan Feng, however, showed an awkward expression. He was well aware of the difficulty and danger involved. "The Dawn Feather is a sacred object of our clan. If anyone other than one of our clan approaches, they will be harmed by the pure spiritual energy before they even reach the top of the mountain."
Lan Ying nodded in agreement. "Yes, those of us who are not of our race cannot withstand such divine power. Perhaps we need to ask the elders of our tribe for help. They may be able to find a way to safely obtain the Dawn Feather."
Yet, Chuchu remained remarkably calm and resolute. She recalled how Emperor Xuanyu, Lord of the Six Realms, had recuperated here ten thousand years ago and successfully used the Wing of Dawn. A surge of curiosity welled up in her: "How did Emperor Xuanyu do it ten thousand years ago? He wasn't from the Chongming Bird Clan, yet he was able to control this sacred object. I think we might be able to find a way, too."
Facing Chuchu's question, Lan Ying could only shake his head to indicate that he didn't know: "Reporting to Lingjun, I wasn't even born at that time, so I know nothing about this matter."
Chuchu knows that more wisdom and strength are needed to solve the current predicament.
After much deliberation, she made a decision. "Let me first meet with the elders of my tribe and get their opinions before making a final decision. One more thing: this mermaid pearl has been of great benefit to me lately. Although my spiritual power is recovering slowly, it's already showing results. Lan Ying, please go to the Heavenly Palace for me and return the pearl. And announce that from now on, Jiayang Mountain will have no further dealings with the heavens."
Lan Ying agreed and did it immediately.
Chu Chu took a deep breath, silently reciting the ancient and mysterious summoning technique. It was a unique ability she possessed as a spiritual monarch of the Chongming bird clan, a bridge of communication with her ancestors. As her mind focused, the air around her seemed to stagnate. A gentle yet undeniable power slowly rose from her body, gradually spreading.
In this space shrouded in ancient magic, a subtle but clearly audible chirping sound quietly rang out. It was the unique melody of the double-headed bird, melodious and profound, penetrating the shackles of time and reaching the depths of the soul.
As the sound echoed, the space seemed to be gently distorted, and an illusory light gate slowly opened in front of Chu Chu. Inside the gate was a different scene - surrounded by clouds and mist, and filled with fairy spirits. It was the secret realm where the elder of the Chongming Bird Clan was.
Chu Chu didn't hesitate, stepping lightly into the light gate and was instantly transported to the secret realm. Here, every place exuded an ancient and solemn atmosphere. A huge statue of a double-headed bird stood tall, its eyes seeming to gleam with wisdom.
And in the core of this secret realm, an elder wearing colorful feathers and with eyes as bright as stars is resting with his eyes closed, as if breathing with the heaven and earth and sharing the fate with all things.
"Elder, Chu Chu is here to pay her respects." Chu Chu saluted respectfully, her voice full of respect and expectation.
The elder slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. He nodded slightly, and said in a gentle and profound voice: "It turns out that the Spirit Lord has come."
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