The ink-black Celestial Vault seemed so low it might collapse at any moment.
Upon the boundless, dark sea lay an enormous black phoenix.
The waves rippled gently, yet it did not shift in the slightest.
Its body was like a Floating Island; its soul had long been extinguished.
It was still so beautiful, but it had withered long ago.
"This..."
Jiang Wang and the other two looked at one another.
Zuo Guangshu pressed his lips tightly together, speechless for a time.
He had entered the Mountain and Sea Realm with Brother Jiang, brimming with lofty ambition.
After surviving several dangers, they had successfully met up with Qu Shunhua. He had thought that, just as Brother Jiang said, they would next sweep through the Mountain and Sea Realm and easily claim what they sought.
But then they turned around and ran into an ambush by strange beasts, becoming separated from Brother Jiang.
Then Qu Shunhua left the field.
Then, at their very first exchange, he was defeated by a stranger...
After setback upon setback, he had finally regained his confidence and traveled a thousand miles to North Pole Tiangui Mountain—only to find that Nine Phoenix had vanished, and even North Pole Tiangui Mountain had split apart!
They had risked taking the road of divine descent and rushed to the Withering South Abyss. Through Brother Jiang's humble concessions and shameless flattery, they had won Chaos's support.
Relying on the Withering Tower, they had trodden on thin ice in the ill-intentioned Withering South Abyss, searching for the black phoenix, the deity named Jiaxuan.
They had traveled for a full three days. There was no need to mention how cautious and arduous the journey had been.
Yet Jiaxuan, too, had long been dead...
The young nobleman, fresh from the nest, deeply felt the malice