To call it opening its eyes was not quite accurate.
For this black phoenix had always kept its eyes open.
It had died with its eyes unclosed.
One of its eye sockets was hollow, with nothing inside.
Time measured in centuries had once passed through it in lonely silence, without the slightest echo.
But now, soulfire ignited within it.
The deep black flames danced, lively and bright, depicting a power that had long remained silent...
Now, the black one among the nine kinds of phoenixes, known as Jiaxuan, revived in the spotless Withering South Abyss.
Central Mountain.
Everyone beneath the protection of the divine light barrier heard Chaos's voice.
Perhaps it was a proclamation, a declaration.
An ideal expressed in words.
Kuishan bared his teeth in a grin. "Even my blood's boiling after hearing that."
Jiang Wang and the others already knew part of the truth about the Mountain and Sea Realm. Zhu Weiwu and Kuishan had their own channels of information.
For a moment, an unspoken silence fell among them.
Only... Dou Zhao.
After battle upon battle, even the finest combat robes could not withstand such punishment, and his had become somewhat tattered.
Yet the red ground and golden trim remained dazzlingly brilliant upon this one-armed man.
He looked to the left, then to the right, and said, "It seems you all know something... something I don't. Something related to the changes in this world?"
He had not cared much about the changes in this world to begin with, but with disaster crashing down upon his head, he had no choice but to care.
Especially now, when it seemed that the whole world was awake while he alone remained drunk—it was truly unpleasant.
Jiang Wang glanced at Zuo Guangshu.
As fellow scions of Great Chu's top noble