The Mystic Turtle's choice cast a shadow over Pang Jian's heart.
He immediately recalled what the level-twelve otherworldly being, the Stone Eater, had said.
The Stone Eater had said that the Mystic Turtle, the World Tree, the Nether Prison Soul Bee, and the Black Dragon King had all relied on the Radiant Heavenly Phoenix's vital blood to return from death.
Phoenix blood possessed the miraculous power to revive living beings.
And the Heavenly Phoenix had been created from the fallen Black Phoenix's own vital blood.
It could be said that the Heavenly Phoenix was that Black Phoenix!
When the Demon Race sovereign of the Seventh Realm formally began its path of nirvana, it needed to borrow many external powers.
The Black Dragon King, used to bear Its divine power of darkness, was Its sharpest claw and fang.
The World Tree could ignite Its fire of life, while the Nether Prison Soul Bee could stir Its flame of soul.
The Mystic Turtle could use its innate abilities to shatter the seven continents suppressing It.
Of the four strange objects brought to life by Its vital blood, all but the World Tree could be considered Its younger Demon Race descendants.
If another strand of Its origin were to fuse into them, would It not be able to grasp those younger Demon Race descendants even more easily in Its palm?
The Black Dragon King was irrefutable proof!
After advancing into a Demon God with corrupt essence, Little Black had suddenly undergone a drastic change of temperament at some point, severing the soul connection between them.
And now, it was the Mystic Turtle's turn.
"It has begun to strike back."
Floating in the air above the Demon Spirit Continent, Pang Jian felt that the ubiquitous corrupt otherworldly power was filled with traces of the