When the flames burned out, it was shrouded by the dark clouds of death, and everything returned to darkness.
Suddenly, a ray of spiritual light passed through, and a wisp of consciousness awoke. It was blurry, and he was bewitched.
Everything seemed to have returned to a long, long time ago, longer than the North Moon, longer than Li Qingshan, and even longer than Li Er. At that time, he didn't have a name yet, and he was at the intersection of his past life and this life. In his mother's womb, he curled up peacefully, waiting for the day he was born.
He couldn't be sure if he had really been reborn, or if he had transmigrated to another world. Only when he felt the scorching, warm, and life-filled liquid around him did he slowly believe that he was still alive. He had won the bet!
It turned out that the Phoenix's supernatural power could only be used in blazing flames. It wasn't used to attack, nor was it used to defend. It was used for rebirth, just like in the legends.
Phoenix's fire, Nirvana Rebirth.
This reminded him of Xuanyue. She had the ability to come back from the dead. However, this ability sounded very powerful, but it was not without reason that Gu Yanying had evaluated it as useless. And the Phoenix's Nirvana could only receive such an evaluation. If he encountered an enemy he couldn't resist, the Daemon Core would most likely be taken away. How could he be reborn calmly?
Unless the enemy's strength was far greater than his, he definitely wouldn't let the Daemon Core be separated from his body. It would be too late to separate it when they met face to face, but if they didn't meet face to face, there was no need at all. This time, if it wasn't for Mo Yu's curse and the ink stains on his body, he could have retracted his aura and escaped calmly. This was a very special situation, and the probability of it happening again was very small.
No matter what, it had helped him escape once, and he couldn't ask for more. After all, it was the legendary "eternal life" ability, and he had a vague feeling that it wasn't that simple. But what he wanted to know the most was when he would be able to get out of this situation!
He wanted to look around, but he couldn't open his eyes. He wanted to stretch his arms and legs, but he couldn't feel them. Helplessly, he discovered that he was also a ball of liquid, and he was in an oval egg, but he wasn't sure if there was egg white and yolk.
The so-called "the more you muddle along, the worse you get" was probably referring to this situation! But after muddling along, he became an egg, which was really terrible. Could this be the legendary "bastard"?
"Bastard!"
He cursed in his heart. Even though he did not have a fist to clench and no teeth to bite, he still made up his mind. One day, he would go to the Ink Sea to slay a dragon and let the old dragon witness his prowess. He would hang the dragon on the wall as an ornament.
The future was bright, but the road was full of twists and turns. Now, the only thing left to do was to hatch the eggs.
Since he had nothing to do, he could only kill time by letting his mind wander. Abruptly, he recalled a saying, "The world is as chaotic as a chicken. Pan Gu was born in it. He lived for tens of thousands of years. When the world was created, the clear Yang was the sky, and the muddy Yin was the earth."
Before the world was created, the world was chaotic, like a big egg. Chaos was the beginning of all things, the source of all life.
At this moment, he'd returned to the Primal Chaos and was searching for his roots. He was like a towering tree that had turned back into a seed, and he was experiencing the process of germination and growth once more. However, it was absolutely not a mere repetition. After experiencing it once, the tree would definitely grow taller and thicker.
Legend had it that after a phoenix was reborn, it would become even more beautiful and powerful. Li Qingshan seemed to have understood something. He began to circulate the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra, and waited for the day he hatched in the form of an egg.
Time passed bit by bit. In the depths of the lava, inside the fiery phoenix egg, Li Qingshan felt that he was no longer a ball of chaotic liquid. His body was gradually taking shape — thin bones, tender skin, flowing blood — inch by inch, an embryonic form was taking shape.
His thoughts were also becoming clearer and clearer, clearer than ever. During this process of reconstructing his body, his divine sense was also being refined. Under the control of his mind, every single bone and every single meridian in this new body was condensed with the most reasonable and perfect structure. It was still very tender, but it contained tremendous potential.
However, this was not even the most delightful thing for him. The various conflicts that had existed in his body the entire time had not just been the spirit turtle and the phoenix. The spirit turtle, the ox demon, and the tiger demon were also in a relationship of suppression and suppression. Ever since he reached the fifth layer of the ox demon, suppression had become extremely difficult.
Even the ox demon and tiger demon were not actually on good terms with each other. The ox demon was as steady as a mountain, while the tiger demon howled like a fierce gale. How could there not be conflicts and resistance between them? It was just that they did not stand out too much under the greater conflict.
Every single transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Demonic and Divine was an extremely powerful living being, possessing a clear, independent will. The ox demon would not change its determination, while the tiger demon challenged everything. The spirit turtle sank into the abyss, while the phoenix soared in the sky. The more powerful they were, the more prominent their differences and conflicts became. When it gave him power and abilities that surpassed other daemons, it also led to great internal friction.
As for the demon heart, the Ocean pearl, and the Divine Talisman of Great Creation that represented different paths of cultivation, they were also filled with conflict and interfered with one another. This was a price that he had to pay. Unless he spent tremendous amounts of time reconciling them, the greater his cultivation, the greater the internal friction would be. Many of the time, once he reached that point in cultivation, he would not even have the opportunity to reconcile them.
In other words, he should have been even more powerful. He clearly possessed a hundred percent of his strength, yet he could only unleash seventy to eighty percent of it. Twenty to thirty percent of his strength was not to be underestimated. If he possessed this in the past, he could have killed Mo Yu extremely easily. In a battle between experts, even a slight difference in strength could be fatal.
It was impossible for the Dragon King Of The Sea to force him to such a state, as he would fly faster, and the speed at which he purified the ink on his body would be faster too. It would be enough for him to erase his traces and conceal his presence before the Dragon King Of The Sea caught up to him, vanishing into the dense forests of the Mist province.
It was not too late to mend the pen after the sheep were lost.
Once his past body was burnt up in the flames, the body reborn from chaos would still be very young, but it would also be an unprecedented opportunity. Without destruction, there could be no construction. He would have the opportunity to find his lost power.
The phoenix's nirvāṇa was not something he could use to fake his death and escape when he was being hunted down. Instead, it was an even more glorious rebirth.
Li Qingshan dismissed his thoughts and forgot about everything else. He prepared for the day he broke out of his shell.
Perhaps due to the influence of the flames of the earth he gathered, the eruptions of the volcano above him became extremely frequent. Magma constantly sprayed and flowed, and volcanic ash never dispersed. The phoenix's embryo and the Asura Field slowly moved upwards before he knew it.
Boom!
Along with an earth-shattering boom, the volcano erupted once again. Countless scorching hot rocks flew thousands of feet into the sky, arcing through the air and falling into the distance. Among them was an oval phoenix's embryo, which shone with a faint, scarlet light. As the magma around it rapidly dried up, apart from its shape, it no longer seemed any different from regular rocks.
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