Xiao Yang's entire body went completely rigid!
He stared blankly upward at this unimaginably विशाल terrifying existence, his mind utterly blank!
He could feel the ancient, vast, terrifying pressure emanating from the phantom of that Three-legged Golden Crow!
That pressure was even more terrifying than the faint trace of Demon Ancestor Luohu's aura he had sensed before!
No!
It was not that its pressure was stronger than Demon Ancestor Luohu's!
Rather, this phantom had come for him!
That terrifying pressure, as if it intended to crush even his soul completely, locked firmly onto him, leaving him without even the strength to move a finger!
"Th-this... what kind of ghost thing is this?!"
A monstrous wave surged through Xiao Yang's heart!
He had never imagined that such a terrifying great deity was hidden in the depths of the Sun God Ruins!
This phantom was definitely not some Quasi Emperor, not even a Great Emperor!
This aura, this pressure...
This was an existence on the level of a creator god!
Though it appeared to be merely a remnant will that could dissipate at any moment.
Even so, a single wisp of will was enough to crush him to death ten thousand times over!
Just as Xiao Yang's mind trembled violently and he thought this was where he would meet his end.
The phantom of the Three-legged Golden Crow slowly lowered its noble head.
Those enormous eyes, as dazzling as suns, fell upon Xiao Yang.
Its gaze swept over him.
There was no hostility in those eyes, no killing intent.
There was only a complex emotion, as though it were looking upon the descendant of an old friend it had not seen for a very long time.
There was surprise, confusion, nostalgia, and a trace of... barely perceptible sorrow.
"Phoenix aura..."
A hoarse,