Demonic Phoenix

At the battle of Ink Mountain, an unforeseen variable arose. The Ink Lord had ascended to the True Realm, and his terrifying pressure swept across ten thousand miles.

Zhuxian rang out, its ferocious might roaring and carving trails of blood. Ning Chen, sword in hand, lowered his gaze, preparing for the bitterest battle yet to come.

Above the void, divine light spilled down. The figure bathed in ten thousand zhang of rosy radiance possessed an indescribable bearing, transcending heaven and earth, having glimpsed the truth. A True Realm expert had appeared in the human world for the first time.

"Old Ninth, have you ever seen a true immortal art?"

The Ink Lord spoke and raised his right hand. In an instant, black energy gathered frantically above the nine heavens, stretching for hundreds and thousands of zhang. Boundless cold spread outward, blotting out the true moon in the sky and opening a new domain.

Seeing this, Ning Chen formed a sword gesture with his left hand and condensed essence. The phoenix manifested, and the instant its beak opened, endless flames spread forth. Flames that devoured heaven and earth rose endlessly beneath the black moon, forming a world of their own.

"First Sun Illuminates the East."

A martial art of the Heavenly Tome appeared in the world. A divine sun rose from the sea of fire, immortal art clashing against the Heavenly Tome as sun and moon hung together in the sky.

In that brief instant, the divine sun showed signs of crumbling. The enormous gap in foundation and cultivation revealed itself without reservation.

With a heavy thud, blood sprayed through the air, and the red-clad figure was sent flying, grievously wounded.

Vermilion stained his robes, making them all the more vivid. Ning Chen suppressed his injuries, but the ferocity and killing