On the Dragon-Phoenix Platform, many of the experts' expressions shifted slightly.
From the looks of it, the concentration of Dragon-Phoenix Blood Essence in Ling Mei and Ding Feng already surpassed that of at least half the people present.
Those who had only refined a few natural treasures containing Dragon-Phoenix Blood Essence scattered throughout the Dragon-Phoenix Haven looked utterly dejected. They knew they would probably be little more than also-rans in this contest for the inheritance.
"Screee!"
Another clear, ringing phoenix cry suddenly sounded. Far purer than Ling Mei's, it pierced the clouds like the cry of a real phoenix.
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw golden light surging around Qingyue. Within it, brilliant wings of light unfurled, their feathers shimmering with a sacred, noble radiance. They were at least as powerful as Ling Mei's and Ding Feng's false bodies with their ten dragon or phoenix patterns.
A composed, gentle smile still graced Qingyue's exquisitely beautiful face, though a faint trace of satisfaction flashed through her eyes, clear as water.
"Fairy Qingyue has cultivated an even stronger false phoenix body. It must have close to forty phoenix patterns," many people exclaimed, their voices filled with envy and awe.
Qingyue already ranked fourth on the Dragon-Phoenix Record. Now that she had cultivated such a formidable false phoenix body, her strength had undoubtedly risen another level since entering the Dragon-Phoenix Haven.
Whoosh!
Countless gazes then turned in unison toward the Monster Emperor, the Netherworld Prince, and Xuan Yuan.
Everyone could clearly see golden light gathering furiously beneath their feet. Its intensity and reach far exceeded those of anyone else present.
The spectacle was truly intimidating.
The Golden Mirror beneath the three men's feet was almost entirely dyed into a blazing golden ocean. Light surged like tides around their feet, faintly forming phantoms