Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The dense demonic aura sent chills down one's spine.
"Even if you die, you will be reborn!"
The ancient voice rang out. Blazing five-colored flames soared into the sky. No matter how much the demonic aura struggled, it was unable to break free. When the five-colored flames engulfed the demonic aura, it let out miserable shrieks and the cries of ghosts and gods before turning into smoke.
"Wuuu..."
The cries of ghosts and gods seemed to come from the depths of hell. The overwhelming demonic aura dissipated under the five-colored flames.
The huge phoenix's body was also burning. It was a type of physical combustion that could be seen with the naked eye. When its body turned into firewood, the flames soared into the sky. Resplendent talisman runes filled the sky, dyeing the sky with five-colored divine light and burning the entire sky.
"Ancestor!"
Feng Han knelt on the ground, his eyes trembling in grief.
Du Shaofu bowed, his eyes filled with reverence. The ancestor of the phoenix race had sacrificed himself to perish together with the evil demon.
Finally, the billowing demonic aura dissipated. The cries of ghosts and gods no longer appeared. The last bone of the huge phoenix body had turned into ashes.
The towering five-colored flames were like the most resplendent fireworks. But now, it had come to an end. Accompanied by a sorrowful war song, it caused one's heart to be unable to calm down for a long time.
"It will be difficult for anyone in the outside world to become a Saint. It will be hard to escape this calamity."
The ancient voice reverberated. A streak of five-colored light shot into Feng Han's forehead like lightning. "The descendants of my race will do their best to stop this calamity."
When the ancient voice disappeared, the last streak of five-colored flames in the sky disappeared. Everything dimmed down, leaving behind a withered world. It was as though countless volcanoes had erupted.
Du Shaofu looked at Feng Han with his eyes tightly shut. The last streak of five-colored light should have been left behind by the ancestor of the phoenix race. It was a kind of opportunity.
After a moment, Feng Han opened his eyes. They were flickering with light.
"Are you alright?" Du Shaofu asked Feng Han.
"I'm fine. The ancestor of my race left behind a final strand of sacred will. He told me some things, but he didn't leave behind much." Feng Han shook his head and said to Du Shaofu.
"Sacred Will …"
Du Shaofu's eyes moved slightly. The 36 feathers of the Roc had been left behind by a predecessor of the Golden-winged Giant Rocs. There were 72 feathers in total. It was said that if one gathered all 72 feathers of the Roc, they might be able to obtain a wisp of Divine Will that could help them enter the Saint Plane.
"Up ahead is the Eternal Tomb. There are countless unforeseen events within. The great calamity of the world will begin from there." Feng Han pointed to the distance ahead, at the gigantic object that stood tall in this ancient world.
Only, that place was hazy, surrounded by mist. Even though it was becoming clearer and clearer, it still couldn't be seen clearly.
"From the looks of it, many mysteries can be solved there." Du Shaofu pondered. From the space of the divine domain to the Heavenly Devil Battlefield, it seemed that many mysteries would be solved in the Tomb of Eternity.
After a while, the group continued forward.
"Those people have been following us," said the Little Tiger. Behind them, there were people following them from afar, but they didn't dare to get close.
It was the group of people who had been with the White-browed Hermit not long ago. Even though their Primordial Spirits were suppressed here, their words all fell into Du Shaofu's ears.
Du Shaofu ignored the group and continued forward.
The gigantic object that stood tall in front of them seemed to be getting closer and closer. However, they didn't know when it had started. Everywhere it passed, there were many skeletons on the ground, leaving behind many traces of a great battle.
Deep pits, broken peaks, and mottled ruins were filled with an ancient aura. There were bloodstains that had been left from ancient times until now. They were still very bright and emitted brilliant light.
"This is the blood of a Saint Plane expert," said Feng Han. He inspected a place. There were a few drops of blood that had been left behind by a Saint Plane expert. They were filled with light, but they had lost some kind of energy. Even though they were brilliant, they were already worthless.
"This is a battlefield. There was a great battle!" Said Qi Jiajun. There were more and more white bones below. He had obtained a Cosmos Sack, and the space was becoming more and more oppressive. There were all kinds of huge skeletons in the distance. Without flesh and blood, the eerie white bones gave off a chill that made one's heart palpitate.
"Senior Du, Senior Gu."
In the distance, the students of Tianwu Academy were shouting loudly, as though they had made a huge discovery.
Du Shaofu, Gu Xinyan, Tang Wu, and the others immediately rushed over.
An ancient, mottled wall was stained with fresh blood. There was a corpse sitting cross-legged there. It hadn't turned into a skeleton yet, but its entire body was withered. Its hair and face were covered in dust, and there was a broken axe beside it. It didn't emit any light, resembling an ordinary metal. However, there were many bloodstains on it.
On the shoulder of this skeleton, there was a faint light flickering on the dust-covered, ragged robe that was half-covered by the dry hair and half covered by it.
Gu Xinyan, Tang Wu, Wu Que, and a few other students of Tianwu Academy had a faint glow emanating from their shoulders, fluctuating with mysterious runes.
That was the emblem of Tianwu Academy. Every single student of Tianwu Academy had one, and it would activate after dripping a drop of blood on it. It was the symbol of Tianwu Academy, and it could be used for one's entire life. As long as one was within a certain distance, they would be able to sense one another. Du Shaofu had one as well.
Wu Que squatted down and respectfully peeled off the hair covering the shoulder of the corpse. A layer of dust stirred up, and the emblem flickered, emanating mysterious runes.
"Tianwu Academy's emblem!"
When the emblem appeared, Du Shaofu's eyes flickered. It was the emblem of Tianwu Academy.
A glow flickered in Du Shaofu's palm.
This was another emblem, Du Shaofu's personal emblem. It was the symbol of Tianwu Academy, and Du Shaofu had always kept it by his side.
To Du Shaofu, Tianwu Academy was his second home. The image of Vice School Head Zhuge was still fresh in his mind, and he couldn't forget it.
"It's an ancestor of our Tianwu Academy!"
When the emblem appeared on the shoulder of the corpse, Gu Xinyan, Tang Wu, Wu Que, and the others bowed solemnly with reverence.
"Tianwu Academy!"
Du Shaofu wasn't surprised. Gu Xinyan and the others had already said that an ancestor of Tianwu Academy had appeared in the Heavenly Devil Battlefield.
The corpse before him was indeed an ancestor of Tianwu Academy, and the emblem on his shoulder couldn't be wrong. It was activated by dripping a drop of blood on it, and it could be used for one's entire life.
At this moment, Du Shaofu was astonished. Tianwu Academy had indeed existed since ancient times, and just like what Qi Yexi had said, it had a great history.
Hualala …
All of a sudden, the surroundings trembled violently, and the ground trembled, producing a bizarre sound.
Wuuu …
In that instant, a bone-chilling shriek resounded.
"Be careful!"
Du Shaofu bellowed as he scanned his surroundings.
Gu Xinyan, Tang Wu, and Wu Que immediately went on their guard.
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