Demonic Phoenix Tribulation

On Luojia Mountain, the situation changed abruptly. The graceful figure in blue, pierced through by the Red Serpent Demonic Sword, had blood continuously gushing from her chest, dyeing the blade crimson.

Ning Chen stood frozen, utterly motionless. The heart that had never wavered even amid slaughter and calamity collapsed in an instant.

"Remember—you must live."

The figure in blue, slipping free of the blade, fell straight backward toward the cliff behind her. Her final gaze rested upon the young figure atop the cliff, the tenderness in her eyes forever impossible to dissolve.

As long as he was safe, she would have no regrets in this life.

The falling figure gradually vanished from sight. Ning Chen reached out to catch her, yet could no longer grasp her.

Unable to accept the truth, Marquis of Knowing Fate's body trembled without cease. His entire being slowly crumbled apart. The pain was so great that he could neither cry out nor breathe.

Crimson welled up in his pitch-black eyes. Since awakening once more, he had never imagined that one day, even his final support would leave him. Marquis of Knowing Fate was silent, unable even to shed tears.

Gradually, Marquis of Knowing Fate's trembling body calmed. Yet this sudden change made every Venerable present narrow their eyes.

"Heh heh."

The next moment, inexplicable wild laughter rang out across Luojia Mountain, each peal like muffled thunder and flashing lightning. Immediately after, an incomparably terrifying demonic aura surged into the heavens, scattering wind and clouds and piercing through heaven and earth.

"Ah!"

His divine soul soared to the Ninth Heaven, his demonic essence shook the eight wildernesses. Blood flowed from Ning Chen's eyes, and in an instant, his pupils turned into a darkness black as ink.

Marquis of Knowing Fate had fallen into demonhood, beyond redemption