Black Phoenix
On the Fifth Day, in the Land of Chaos, Marquis of Knowing Fate forged swords for four hundred years without sleep or rest.
The Four Immortal Slaying Swords grew day after day. Though the progress was slow, after these long years, they were finally nearing complete restoration.
Phoenix fire burned ceaselessly around Ning Chen, never extinguishing for four hundred years.
Yet after four hundred years of bitter endurance, even Marquis of Knowing Fate was nearing the end of his oil and the drying of his lamp.
Not even a phoenix could release phoenix fire without pause for four hundred years. Human strength had limits; gods were no different.
Outside the Chaos Qi, Little Gourd woke from sleep for who knew how many times. His large eyes gazed groggily ahead, and before long, he lay back down and fell asleep again.
Boom!
At that moment, a violent impact resounded from within the Chaos Qi, waking Little Gourd outside.
"An earthquake? An earthquake?"
Little Gourd immediately sat up, riding his tiny gourd as he turned to flee.
"That's not right."
Suddenly realizing something, Little Gourd looked toward the Chaos Qi behind him. There should not have been earthquakes here.
Within the Chaos Qi, black currents raged around Ning Chen's body, cold and heavy.
"Urgh!"
A muffled groan escaped Ning Chen's lips, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Marquis of Knowing Fate's cultivation was nearly exhausted, and the Black Phoenix Origin suppressed within his body surged forth, attempting to seize control of his body by force.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, never thought you would see a day like this, did you?"
A chilling voice emerged from the Black Phoenix Origin. It was the Black Phoenix's lingering consciousness.
"Black Phoenix, you're still alive!"
Amid the billowing black currents, pain filled