In the Purple Star Starfield, amid countless meteors, a massive demonic shadow stood suspended in the air. Ahead, the powers of the Fire Phoenix and Black Phoenix collided. After more than ten days, everything within a radius of ten thousand miles had become a vacuum.
Blazing red phoenix fire and frigid black phoenix flames—two Phoenix origins of utterly opposite attributes collided again and again. Yin and yang stood opposed, yet yin and yang gave birth to one another.
Gradually, where the two entirely opposing phoenix flames met, the starry sky began to distort. A chaotic aura emerged, like the most fundamental power from the dawn of creation—calm, yet terrifying.
Time flew by, and another ten days passed in the blink of an eye. In the starry sky, the demonic body that had endured wave after wave of lightning tribulations had reached the limit of what it could bear.
Ahead, the black and red Phoenix origins had fused nearly halfway, and the twin phoenixes had become one. Half its body was cold as hell, the other half blazing like the sun.
As the twin phoenixes fused, an even more terrifying repulsive force arose. Several days passed without the slightest progress.
Boom!
Ten thousand layers of lightning descended once more from every direction in the starry sky. Faintly, Imperial Might spread forth, driving people mad with its pressure.
Seeing this, the demonic body's expression darkened. With a deep shout, he spread and closed his hands, drawing in the stars and forcibly blocking Xuan Cang's wrath.
Amid a thunderous upheaval, stars shattered one after another. The aftershock struck, and the demonic body let out a muffled groan as blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Have I reached my limit?"
The demonic body looked at the twin Phoenix origins ahead, which could no longer fuse,