Before Ling Xuanmo could even react in surprise, a pair of wings appeared behind Xiao Yan. The wings, more than three meters across, were attached to Xiao Yan's back. Every feather was formed from a Heavenly Flame of a different color, radiating terrifying heat waves with the momentum to soar straight into the heavens.
"Is this... a Heavenly Demon Phoenix?!"
"No, not even a Heavenly Demon Phoenix possesses such an aura. This seems to be an Ancient Heavenly Phoenix!"
As the vice clan leader of the Spirit Clan, Ling Xuanmo naturally possessed extraordinary knowledge. Yet he could not understand it: Xiao Yan was clearly a genuine descendant of the Xiao Clan, so how could such a transformation appear on him now? It completely overturned Ling Xuanmo's understanding and was utterly incomprehensible.
Yet the astonishing changes did not stop there. Purple-gold Dou Qi rose and swirled from Xiao Yan's body, turning into tangible vapor that floated around him like clouds and mist. That incomparably noble hue was the symbol of an Ancient Void Dragon emperor.
As the purple aura rose, Xiao Yan's strength continued to climb. Even without using soul perception, one could see that Xiao Yan had received an indescribably powerful boost.
The strange changes brought by the purple-gold radiance did not end there. Purple energy gradually began gathering before Xiao Yan, and within merely two breaths, it formed into a purple-gold sword half a man's length long!
The sword blade was illusory yet sharp, fully displaying the intent of an emperor. Its patterns coiled around it like dragon scales.
Xiao Yan and Zi Yan were both in a hazy state. They were not completely lucid, but neither had they entirely lost their reason.
Strange changes were taking place within Xiao Yan's body, but the sword before him seized all