The cold moon was bleak, the demon cave grim. Demonic shadows coiled around the figure in red one after another, demonic energy surging and roiling, shaking the heart.
Above the void, the demon body and the true body rose and fell—one clad in black, the other in white. Having slept for decades, neither had ever awakened.
Ning Chen stood quietly before them, his left hand drawing demonic energy into the demon body while his right condensed Phoenix Essence to repair the true body. Hour after hour passed, yet he did not rest for even a moment.
Behind him, a thousand great demons stood respectfully, none daring to make a sound and disturb him.
Outside Thousand Demon Cave, the cold moon traveled westward. In the east, a faint fish-belly white emerged. Dawn was approaching, and day and night changed places once more.
"Master."
Within the demon cave, the Desolate Demon bowed respectfully. "The sun is about to rise. We have no physical bodies, and our power will soon be suppressed. We may be unable to provide Master with enough demonic energy any longer."
"It does not matter. It is already enough."
Ning Chen lowered his left hand, and the surging demonic energy vanished. Turning to the demons, he said calmly, "I will do my utmost to find bodies for you. For now, return to the Soul Suppressing Banner."
"Thank you, Master."
The demons accepted the order. Their figures turned into black mist and rose into the air, streaming one after another into the Soul Suppressing Banner.
With a wave of his hand, Ning Chen put away the Soul Suppressing Banner. Gazing at the two bodies floating in the void, a trace of emotion flashed through his eyes. A phoenix possessed the ability to be reborn through nirvana, but the demon body