The Undying Emperor of old had now undergone reincarnation after reincarnation and long since lost the Immortal Phoenix bloodline he had once taken such pride in. He had been reborn in the body of an utterly ordinary grass chicken.
Of course, although the baffling process of reincarnation had turned the Undying Emperor into an ordinary bird, he was still a powerhouse who had walked the path of the Red Dust Immortal and lived through a million years. In merely a few decades, he rose again.
During this time, the Undying Emperor had wanted to find the old shells he had shed and the wasted blood he had expelled during his repeated nirvanas in the past.
For any cultivator, even what a Heavenly Emperor considered trash was an extraordinary treasure capable of remaking one's body.
Especially in the Undying Emperor's eyes, they were his only hope of transforming his grass chicken body into a supreme Immortal Phoenix.
Even with the body of a grass chicken, he was confident that he could ascend the imperial throne again. Yet this obsession lingered in his heart at all times.
Unfortunately, perhaps the Undying Emperor's luck was simply too poor. In those ancient tombs dating back at least a hundred thousand years, all traces of the old shells and wasted blood had long vanished, severing his hope of becoming an Immortal Phoenix again.
However, with the Undying Emperor's insight, he discovered a familiar aura in several tombs he had left behind. It belonged to that fellow, the Underworld Emperor, Emperor Venerable's master.
Unlike the reverence he had shown Emperor Venerable, the Undying Emperor held not the slightest goodwill toward the Underworld Emperor. Back then, he had been toyed with by him several times. The man had even drawn the Immortal Phoenix blood from his body,