In no more than a moment, the vast, unmatched power of the violet flames seemed to have filled the crow's body to saturation, and the rate at which it absorbed them gradually slowed. Yue Qianchou could not help marveling inwardly. The violet flames' power truly far surpassed the azure flames'. If he had used azure flames to feed the crow, it likely would not have been satisfied in such a short while.
This gave Yue Qianchou pause. Perhaps the legendary phoenix nirvana was actually a dead phoenix absorbing the energy within blazing fire. Once its energy was saturated, it should be able to be reborn. It was probably much like charging a battery. The purpose of burning it with fire must have been precisely that. What an advanced divine bird—it had already reached the level of high technology from his previous life.
Just then, Wu Lixue and Ziyi both cried out in surprise. The sleeping crow in Yue Qianchou's palm began to bloom with a faint seven-colored halo, flickering in and out of sight, dazzlingly beautiful. Then, a refreshing fragrance, like musk and orchids, drifted over in wisps. The flashing seven-colored halo no longer sparkled, but gradually condensed into lingering seven-colored clouds and mist that spiraled around the sleeping crow in Yue Qianchou's palm.
The seven-colored clouds and mist traced a path like a nebula turning through the universe, utterly enchanting and leaving the three of them relaxed and delighted.
Meanwhile, the crow sleeping in the violet flames seemed to slumber sweetly within an ancient nebula. Its two legs, which had originally been stiffly stretched out in death, softly curled back beneath its belly. Its rigid head also tucked back against its shoulder feathers. At some point, it had changed from lying on its side to nestling in Yue Qianchou's