The moment the jade thumb ring touched his hand, his mind seemed to be invaded by something, filled with many things that did not belong to his memory.
Rong Yu gripped the ring tightly in his hand. His heart, which had become empty after the self-destruction, could no longer be stirred by any more waves.
The cultivators gazed at the sky, never expecting that after brushing with death, it was the very demon they had always hated who would save them!
Those present could no longer distinguish who was grieving and who was sighing; some felt they had survived a disaster, while others were secretly gloating!
Some people were tempted by greed again, while others completely abandoned the idea.
As the light shone down from the sky, everyone forgot to speak.
People from the demon realm, people from the righteous path.
Leng Ning Shuang was severely injured by the lightning, with blood still on the corner of her mouth. She stared at the sky, her face filled with confusion.
Jie Beiying's face was pale, and there was no smile on her face.
Qinghan was hurt, but even more worried.
He looked at Rong Yu, and the Demon Lord's self-destruction destroyed the array's core. He was more devastated than anyone else!
Despite being bathed in a golden light, he was surrounded by a dark aura. He didn't cry; he had never cried before, at least Qing Han had never seen him.
But now, the man who remained calm amidst the collapse of mountains and rivers had eyes filled with a bloodlust, unlike the bloodlust that overflowed when he was angry, but a deep crimson of extreme grief and helplessness.
He stood there, clutching the jade thumb ring, lost in thought.
Suddenly someone spoke up: "What...what is that?"
"Look!"
Everyone looked up at the sound, only to see a black mist growing infinitely larger within the golden light, as if it were trying to contain the constantly falling golden light, gradually devouring it.
"It's...it's Saint Zhifeng! He's not dead yet!"
An uproar erupted in the crowd, with terrified voices rising and falling. Having just experienced a brush with death, people's already fragile hearts were shaken once again.
Most people's first reaction was to escape. Without the constraints of the formation, they no longer had only one option: to wait for death!
As several beams of light shot out of the Yi Ling Gate, a silver sword shadow struck the sky. As it approached the black mist, it split into a hundred sword shadows, which spun rapidly and condensed into a disc, like a vortex that swallowed up the black mist completely.
Leng Ning Shuang suddenly lowered her head. Before she could see what Rong Yu had done, the white figure soared into the air and disappeared into the sea of fire!
The flames expanded, spreading like smoke. Suddenly, the golden flames were mixed with a touch of purple. As the light stopped falling, the purple light grew stronger and stronger, gradually turning into a purplish-black. The billowing flames engulfed Rong Yu's body, but the fire surrounding him did not burn him at all.
He forgot how he got up there. When that cloud of black mist appeared, he had only one thought in his mind: revenge.
If we perish together, we can go down in the same place as that person!
This is the fire of rebirth, the nemesis of the soul. Fu Sheng's physical body was destroyed, leaving only a powerful soul. Just like a hundred years ago, he tried to escape and find a body to possess. Rong Yu then trapped him in the fire, burning him to death.
His trapping came at a price. He thought he was going to die like this, but suddenly he was enveloped in warmth, and familiar spiritual senses surrounded him.
Was this purplish-black sea of fire protecting him?
A glimmer of light appeared in his empty pupils, then expanded infinitely, and his lifeless heart came back to life!
In front of him, something seemed to be moving in the bright, dazzling firelight. A golden light flashed, and something touched his fingertips. He lowered his head slightly, and a red bone whip was supplely wrapped around his hand. An emotion called excitement was transmitted from the point of contact to his brain.
Above the sea of fire, the phantom condensed and gradually solidified.
A phoenix cry pierced the air, and Rong Yu felt a buzzing in his head, instinctively looking up.
In an instant, the flames subsided, and the sky was filled with radiant light!
Amidst gasps of alarm, a streak of purple light shot straight into the sky from the sea of fire. High above, the bird's folded wings instantly unfurled, its purple plumage appearing as if on fire. Five long tail feathers traced five fiery trails in the air as the bird flew, and the crest on its head also shimmered with purple light. After the bird, enveloped in flames, circled several times in the sky, the people on the ground finally saw clearly what had flown out of the firelight.
With a chicken's head, a swallow's chin, a snake's neck, a tortoise's back, a fish's tail, and a body entirely of crystal purple, it resembles a divine phoenix!
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn from the flames!
Someone recognized it and exclaimed, "The phoenix...it's a divine bird, the mythical Yuzhuo!"
"He is the son of the Divine Phoenix!"
"..."
The loud, clamorous voices were so intense that Leng Ning Shuang, impatient, raised her hand, and ice appeared out of thin air, silencing the loudmouth. Ignoring her serious injuries, she lifted herself into the air.
The phoenix's offspring are: the red one is the Vermilion Bird, the yellow one is the Yuanchu, the blue one is the Azure Luan, the white one is the Swan, and the purple one is the Yuzhuo.
Just a moment ago my heart was as cold as ice, but now it's as hot as fire!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the divine bird soaring in the sky suddenly transformed into human form in mid-air, and was caught in someone's arms as soon as it fell an inch.
Rong Yu dared not use force, his hands trembling as he pulled the person into his arms, stiff as a piece of wood, as if afraid that if he used too much force, the person in his arms would shatter.
Leng Ning Shuang came forward and saw the person in his arms. She felt a mix of emotions, unable to describe the feeling.
Soon after, the glow in the sky dissipated, the sea of fire disappeared, the sun returned to the earth, and countless righteous cultivators were blasted out of the Yi Ling Sect.
With the barrier reopened, the Yi Ling Clan suffered severe damage, and the righteous sects fared even worse. For a short time, despite the relatively "fragile" barrier they had set up, no one dared to disturb the peace of the Yi Ling Clan.
That day, the phoenix transformed into human form. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, many people still recognized that the phoenix was the Demon Lord who self-destructed to break the formation and perished together with the Sage Zhifeng.
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