At White Bone Mountain, a golden pillar of light shot into the sky, surrounded by golden patterns of dragons and phoenixes that wheeled and danced around it.
The dragon patterns were imposing and fierce, the phoenix patterns noble and pure. They intertwined around the soaring pillar, and with every circuit came a clear, lingering Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry that stirred the winds and clouds.
Though no one knew how many tens of thousands of years had passed since the True Dragon and True Phoenix died, the might of those supreme divine beasts remained unmistakable. It was as though they had never truly died, but merely slept in another form within this world.
Yet the dragon and phoenix patterns circling the pillar were far from peaceful.
They devoured each other as if they were mortal enemies. Dragons tore at phoenixes, phoenixes struck back at dragons, and neither side gave an inch in their fierce struggle overhead.
The sight closely resembled the life-and-death battle the True Dragon and True Phoenix had once fought here in ancient times. Even after their deaths, their Essence Blood retained the instinct to continue that unfinished battle. They remained hostile, unable to merge.
Their struggle lasted for some time. Gold and crimson light surged across the sky, neither yielding in the slightest.
In the end, the dragon patterns gradually gained the upper hand through sheer force, devouring the phoenix patterns one by one.
The last phoenix pattern gave a soft, mournful cry before dissolving into scattered crimson sparks within the dragon patterns' coils.
Having devoured them all, the dragon patterns shone more brilliantly than ever. They raised their heads and let out a dragon roar that shook the heavens, as though proclaiming their victory.
Only then did the dazzling golden pillar begin to shrink. At last, it