Awakening amid confusion, reviving amid deathly silence.
Ying Zhao the Demon Marshal's divine life quietly took another path.
You have to understand.
Back then, he had charged into the underworld, only to run straight into Houtu's hands and be killed on the spot.
His body was shattered. Like chaos being opened, a vast expanse of heavens took shape, settling in the underworld, condensing into mountains and rivers, and becoming a secret realm.
His soul was torn apart, withering into trillions upon trillions of fragments. Each severed its connections, erased its original memories, and began anew, heading toward rebirth.
Using the underworld's Dao to infect his own Dao.
Using the spirit of reincarnation to stain Ying Zhao's soul.
Even if that tiny spark of innate undying light had not been extinguished and still existed,
after endless years, it was destined to undergo a tremendous baptism... This was imprisonment, but also the grinding away of his thoughts, the reshaping of his worldview, and a process of reflection and introspection.
By all rights, that should have been how things went.
However.
Who could have expected such unusual circumstances?
Facing a volatile political climate and an entirely new version of the world, Feng Xi, who lacked pillars and great generals under his command, decided to recruit new blood and bolster his strength.
He could not mobilize the forces of the various Fire Masters' headquarters, or it would be difficult to explain himself to Nuwa... So when he needed to establish a separate operation, he could only consider finding outside assistance!
Thus, Ying Zhao welcomed his springtime.
Divine radiance surged. Vague memories resurfaced, lost years were recovered, dim spiritual light gradually brightened, and the great terror of the past once again swept across his heart.
—He had fought in desperate situations, resisting with absolute resolve.