These two were none other than the Six-Winged and the Ice Phoenix, who had been relentlessly pursued by the True Immortal Ma Liang to another continent.
“Needless to say, it’s likely because of the ambush we set up with those blood-path sects on the Blood Sky Continent that he’s truly enraged. But there’s no point dwelling on that now. Do you have any way to shake off that murderous star behind us? This time, he’ll probably catch up in less than two hours,” the Ice Phoenix replied irritably.
“If I had another method, I wouldn’t have exhausted my true essence. Heh, it seems this time, we’ll truly be a pair of doomed lovebirds,” the Six-Winged said indifferently.
“Ugh, who’d be lovebirds with you? Sit cross-legged and let me assist you with a secret technique,” the Ice Phoenix spat lightly before steeling herself.
“What can you possibly do with your meager strength?” The Six-Winged was slightly taken aback.
“Though my cultivation is far inferior to yours, my true form is a direct descendant of the Five-Colored Heavenly Phoenix. The profundity of my innate secret techniques is beyond your imagination,” the Ice Phoenix declared with a trace of pride.
“If you say so, then I’ll take this desperate gamble,” the Six-Winged said, his expression shifting as he took a deep breath.
With that, he promptly sat cross-legged in the crater and closed his eyes without hesitation.
The Ice Phoenix sighed lightly, then flickered to appear behind him, also sitting cross-legged. She opened her mouth and exhaled a wisp of white mist, within which a thumb-sized, multicolored pearl shimmered as it slowly rotated.
With a low chant, she formed a hand seal, and a crystalline radiance surged behind her, manifesting the illusory form of a massive ice phoenix.
The phantom raised its head and let out a clear cry before shaking its wings, releasing countless shimmering threads that vanished into the pearl before it.
Instantly, the pearl emitted a resonant hum as layers of dense true essence gathered on its surface, quickly liquefying into a viscous, near-fluid state.
Gritting her teeth, the Ice Phoenix lightly tapped the pearl with a finger.
With a *whoosh*, the pearl trembled before vanishing into the Six-Winged’s back.
She then began chanting, her fingers forming seals in rapid succession as a crystalline halo emanated from her body. Her face gradually turned pale and translucent, giving her an eerie, otherworldly appearance.
Meanwhile, the Six-Winged felt a living source of energy at his back, from which countless strands of extreme cold surged through his meridians before transforming into true essence and converging in his dantian.
The previously listless, crystalline infant sitting in his dantian suddenly perked up upon contact with this energy, dancing with joy.
“This is primordial essence—you’re directly transferring your own essence to me!” The Six-Winged could no longer hold back, opening his eyes in shock and delight.
“Fortunately, like me, you possess an extreme cold constitution, and our cultivation techniques share some similarities. Otherwise, even if I were willing, this transfer would be impossible,” the Ice Phoenix replied impassively.
“With your essence, I can quickly restore my true essence and use another escape technique. But your cultivation is limited—you won’t be able to sustain this for long. We must find another way to escape,” the Six-Winged said, his eyes glinting coldly as he pondered.
“Oh? Do you have another idea?” The Ice Phoenix’s expression shifted.
“I’ve long had a plan to divert disaster elsewhere, but that madman’s pursuit left no time to execute it. Now, with your essence buying us time, it might be feasible,” the Six-Winged admitted frankly.
“Then why hesitate? Focus on converting the essence and act quickly,” the Ice Phoenix urged sharply.
“Heh, no need to remind me. Once I recover slightly, we’ll head straight for the nearest city with a teleportation array. From there, we’ll rush to the territory of the Horned Lizard Tribe. I’ve confirmed they’re one of the top superpowers on the Thunder Roar Continent, with no shortage of Mahayana existences. They should be able to stall that True Immortal lunatic,” the Six-Winged said without hesitation.
…
A month later, one of the Horned Lizard Tribe’s main cities, Gailing City, was completely submerged beneath an endless river of blood.
Countless tribesmen struggled and wailed in the crimson tide, but it was futile—they could only watch as their flesh dissolved, merging with the river.
Above the blood river, a seemingly frail young man hovered expressionlessly.
Beside him floated the mangled corpses of over a hundred high-ranking Horned Lizard cultivators.
Among them, one relatively intact corpse had its skull cracked open, its contents emptied.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the distance as a green cloud materialized, surging toward them like a rolling fog.
The frail youth showed no reaction, merely turning his head indifferently toward the approaching mist.
With a crack of thunder, the green fog condensed near the blood river, transforming into a thousand-foot-tall green demonic idol.
It bore a straight horn on its head, its body covered in green demonic eyes, one hand holding a golden pagoda.
“Who dares perform a blood sacrifice in Gailing City? Do you fear being torn apart and your soul refined by our tribe? And where is Heavenly Elephant, the guardian of this city? How could he allow this?” the idol roared, its countless eyes scanning the scene below.
“Heavenly Elephant? You mean this fool who tried to detonate his Spirit Infant?” The frail youth pointed at the corpse with the shattered skull, his tone indifferent.
“Impossible! Heavenly Elephant’s power was peerless, and with Gailing City’s grand formation, how could he end up like this?” The idol’s eyes spun wildly as an enraged voice erupted from within.
“No need for shock. If you don’t hand over the two I seek, you’ll soon join him,” the youth said leisurely, as if the idol were beneath his notice.
“What two?” The idol was genuinely puzzled this time.
“These two juniors—have you seen them?” The youth flicked a finger, and a scroll flew from his sleeve, unfurling in the wind to reveal lifelike portraits of the Six-Winged and the Ice Phoenix.
“These don’t appear to be from our tribe. How would I know them? What’s their relation to you, and why come to us for answers?” the idol rumbled after studying the images.
“An unsatisfactory answer. I’m the one asking questions here. Since you don’t know, I’ll give you three days to produce them. Fail, and I’ll continue blood-sacrificing your tribe, city by city.”
The youth remained unperturbed, calmly rolling the scroll back into his sleeve.
“Blood-sacrifice our tribe? Hah! This is the first time I’ve heard such a joke. Let me make this clear—even if I knew them, I’d never hand them over!” The idol’s eyes blazed with fury.
“Since you refuse the easy way, you’ll join the sacrifice,” the youth sneered.
Without any visible movement from him, the blood river roared as over a dozen crimson chains lashed out, coiling toward the idol.
The idol bellowed, hurling its golden pagoda, which expanded a thousandfold to crush the youth. Simultaneously, its countless eyes flashed, releasing dense volleys of green threads to pierce the crimson chains.
For a time, the sky above the blood river churned with green energy and deafening explosions.
But the fierce battle didn’t last long.
With an earth-shaking boom, an invisible force scattered the green mist, leaving no trace of the idol—only countless shards of pale green crystal littering the ground.
In the youth’s hand now rested a faint green orb, within which a tiny, horned figure thrashed in terror, unable to escape the thin membrane.
The youth examined it briefly before grinning cruelly. He inserted a finger, pressing it squarely onto the tiny figure’s head.
The figure shrieked, convulsed, then fell still.
After a full tea’s time, the youth withdrew his finger pensively. After a moment’s thought, he tossed the orb into the blood river, then transformed into a golden streak and plunged in after it.
The river churned violently before surging away, carrying countless dismembered limbs and gore toward an unknown destination.
Meanwhile, countless miles away, two seemingly ordinary Horned Lizard tribesmen—a man and a woman—raced desperately toward another major city.
“Who’d have thought this plan would actually work? That True Immortal lunatic immediately blood-sacrificed the entire city upon arriving, even extracting and annihilating the guardian Mahayana’s Spirit Infant,” the woman sighed.
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