Without hesitation, Qiao San smeared his finger across the Heaven-and-Earth Sword, letting a single drop of blood shimmering with ten radiant suns slowly drip down.
“Drip!”
The faint sound was as melodious as celestial music. As the blood touched the book’s pages, it rippled like a stone dropped into water. Then, a vortex swirled, instantly swallowing the drop of ten-sun blood.
“Ouch!” The unexpected event hadn’t ended yet. Just as the wound on Qiao San’s finger was about to heal, a fist-sized red phantom suddenly shot out diagonally, and before Bold San could react, a sharp pain surged through his finger again.
One man and two women, guarded and brimming with magical energy, finally relaxed upon closer inspection—the sword qi they had been releasing vanished amidst laughter.
“Heeheehee…” Shier burst into uncontrollable laughter, nearly doubling over as she pointed at the young master’s finger.
“Hahaha…” Qiao San himself wore a wry smile. It turned out a little chicken—hairless and naked—was clamped tightly onto his finger, greedily sucking the not-so-abundant flow of blood.
The rogue shook his hand vigorously several times, his arm spinning like a windmill, but the featherless chick clung on stubbornly and stubbornly refused to let go.
“Cluck, cluck… Master San, let me help you!” Shier swung her sword, ready to slice the chick in two.
A miracle occurred. When Shier’s blade reached the chick’s fist-sized body, the tiny wings flapped, actually knocking the sword from her grasp.
“Ahhh! The immortal bird! It’s the ancient Fenghuang phoenix! It didn’t die—it was reborn!” The book spirit was the first to realize, the usually calm book spirit nearly trembling with excitement, almost lifting off the ground.
“The immortal bird? That thing?!”
Qiao San shook his head in disbelief, raising the “chicken” to his eyes for a closer look. The more he examined it, the more disdainful his gaze became. “This is supposed to be an ancient divine bird? It’s just too ugly.”
Before Qiao San could finish his mocking words, the “chicken” seemed to hear the insult. It sucked in a large mouthful of ten-sun blood, then released its grip, flapped its wings—landed on the ground, stumbled twice, and then let out a sound exactly like a baby chick, causing the onlookers to burst into even louder laughter.
Qiao San laughed even harder than Shier, clutching his stomach as he crouched on the ground, staring eye to eye with the chick, mocking it further: “Immortal little chicken, let’s hear a couple more sounds—ha ha ha…”
“Boom!”
Before the rogue could finish speaking, a ball of flame suddenly erupted before his eyes. From within the fire emerged a magnificent, radiant, and dazzling phoenix!
Ancient divine flames once again danced through the underground chamber. The fire surged forward, instantly engulfing the surprised Qiao San.
Shier nearly screamed in terror, but the book spirit quickly flew forward and caught her. Surprisingly, the book spirit was not alarmed but instead spoke with trembling excitement: “Don’t be afraid! The phoenix is choosing its master! It was resurrected by the master’s ten-sun blood—it won’t harm him!”
In the midst of the chaos, the *Dilun* on the ground also began to shine, glowing brightly. The second volume of true scriptures floated into the air and shot straight into the ever-changing fireball!
This day was destined to be a moment of miracles. When the fireball hovering midair “exploded” once more, Shier and the book spirit stared in stunned silence at Qiao San, who now floated in midair.
The blood mark on his brow still exuded a seductive, demonic aura, and the wildness in his eyes remained unchanged. But this Qiao San was no longer the same man from moments ago. He now stood atop the immortal phoenix, clad in the Primordial Void Armor, wielding the Heaven-and-Earth Sword—his posture was majestic, awe-inspiring, like a war god descended from heaven!
With a slight movement, the phoenix, now over a meter in length, flew to hover above Shier and the book spirit. With a gentle flap of its wings, the fox girl and the spirit were lifted effortlessly and gently landed onto the phoenix’s back.
The melodious cry of the phoenix echoed through the underground chamber. In an instant, the figures of humans and bird, the flickering flames—all vanished without a trace, leaving only swirling dust dancing in the wind, whispering of the miracle that had just occurred.
From the void, laughter floated through the air. No matter how closely the wind tried to look, only the sound could be heard—no figures, not even a shadow, could be seen.
“Master San, where did this armor come from? It looks like the legendary Primordial Armor!”
“Shier, you’ve got sharp eyes! This is indeed the legendary Primordial Void Armor—the top divine artifact in the Three Realms. It was transformed from the *Dilun* after merging with me!”
Qiao San’s voice brimmed with barely contained excitement, a hint of pride swelling in his tone. “Let me tell you, the *Dilun* was originally forged from the Primordial Void Armor by the gods of heaven. Hehe… and now I’ve transformed it back! Pretty impressive, huh, Master San!”
“Master, where shall we go now?” The book spirit’s gentle form stood side by side with Qiao San and Shier. Looking back at the imperial palace behind them, the book spirit’s eyes flickered with a faint, human-like emotion.
“Back to Liumang Village. We’re done here. Let the gods and demons fight amongst themselves—I have nothing to do with any of it!”
The phoenix’s cry rang like celestial music. With just a single flap of its wings, the group had already soared hundreds of miles away.
The chaos of demons and monsters faded after torrents of blood and storm, but the turmoil in Aolai Country had only just begun.
In the underground ritual formation battle, the righteous sects suffered heavy losses. The survivors returned to their sacred mountains with heavy hearts, and it would take centuries for the sects to recover their former strength.
When righteousness weakens, darkness naturally grows stronger. Such is the eternal cycle of the world.
Shortly after the rogue’s chaos at the Grand Assembly of Immortals, the emperor of Aolai suddenly died. In his final will, he named his youngest prince as successor, entrusting the governance of the nation to the Empress and Consort Jade, who would rule from behind the curtains.
The Right Chancellor and Beigong Ping’s faction attempted a political counterattack, but the Princess of Ten Thousand Demons secretly ordered the national master and his demonic allies to strike first. The Right Chancellor died under mysterious circumstances while still in office, and Beigong Ping barely escaped the capital with a handful of followers—eventually fleeing alone. Disillusioned and heartbroken, the Marquis of Beigong returned to Chenyuan Mountain and devoted himself entirely to cultivation, never again involving himself in worldly affairs.
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