Every demon beast present felt a surge of terror. Even the pressure Qin Yi and Liusu, two Taiching cultivators, had brought them had never been this great.
Meng Qingying had long vanished from atop the altar. In her place was a colossal E'Zhuo, soaring through the nine heavens. The nether-purple underworld flames around E'Zhuo gradually shifted color. Before everyone's eyes, they became dazzlingly multicolored, dominated by fiery red and interwoven with white, purple, azure, and yellow, forming wondrous patterns like writing—yet no one could recognize the characters.
Qin Yi suspected she had secretly written the Righteous Character. Ahem, just kidding. In truth, while this form was majestic and beautiful, it did not inspire any thoughts of men or women. He was not a pervert.
This was the Phoenix Emperor, not E'Zhuo.
Meng Qingying had not fused back into her remains before because she had wanted to cultivate to No Form Perfection on her own, then use that step to ascend directly into Taiching. The idea had been entirely correct. What Feng Xi's tusks charged toward now was not a human girl named Meng Qingying, unable to move while conducting a sacrificial refinement—nor was it even the Ancestor Saint E'Zhuo after her former degradation. It was the Phoenix Emperor who had regained her ancient might, the one who had opened heaven and earth!
Who did not have a trump card hidden away, waiting to be suddenly revealed?
The Demon Race's abilities were half rooted in their physical bodies, after all. Feng Xi was already a boar as large as a mountain, yet the Phoenix Emperor was even larger.
She could transform into the Five Phoenixes and still possess the breadth of a great swan. How enormous would her true body be? It would not be smaller than Kunpeng's. In any case,