A hundred years later.
"Do not be afraid. You will stand at the pinnacle of life. You are a miracle snatched from Truth-Fate!"
Beneath the Face of Truth, Green shouted and roared in frenzied excitement, spreading his arms wide. The vast secret realm underwent enormous changes with Green's every movement. Dense clouds of elements gathered; amid the surging winds and rolling clouds, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Amid the interweaving light and darkness, Green's three-colored glowing eyes were illuminated with such frenzied excitement that they appeared especially chilling.
The birth of the Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird itself was a major breakthrough by Green in the field of the mysteries of life—a synthesized beast capable of self-evolution, possessing abilities akin to the corpse of the Black Witch King, Ancestor of Humanity!
It had hatched from that bird egg, growing from merely a few heads to its current nine hundred and ninety-nine. This surreal method of evolution was equivalent to Green creating an idealized life-form out of thin air, and it was also the ultimate pursuit of some elemental wizards in their quest for elemental-activated life.
Chirp chirp chatter!
Roar!
Wuka quack quack...
Upon the unprecedentedly massive Corpse-Refining Synthesis Formation, its extraordinary true body, over fifty thousand meters long, twisted its nine hundred and ninety-nine heads. Black flames blazed restlessly, like a child about to receive an injection, resisting without end.
"Be good. Daddy and Mommy are watching over you. Rest assured."
Little Eight and Yeye merged into the black flames, constantly soothing the restless Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird.
The vast Corpse-Refining Synthesis Formation was covered in densely packed runes of the mysteries of life. After the War of Civilization, the Wizard World had suffered grave wounds. Other resources might have been relatively scarce, but activated flesh-and-blood cells and elemental-activated souls were incomparably abundant.