He raised his head, and his gaze gradually turned golden, blazing brilliantly.
His golden gaze met the phoenix in the void.
Within that golden gaze, every feather of the phoenix was burning.
The flames changed color according to their distance from its body: fiery red, orange-red, pale yellow, golden yellow, light green, dark green, deep blue, blazing white.
The different colors formed splendid, dazzling flames.
The flames roared and flickered gently at a strange rhythm, as though breathing, and as though harmonizing with some rhythm between heaven and earth.
He found it difficult to decide that this phoenix was an illusion; it felt utterly, indisputably real.
Yet this undeniably real phoenix seemed veiled in gauze, cutting it off from people's sight so that they turned a blind eye to it.
His current state was unusual. He had been scorched by her, and he also possessed the Demon Subduing Divine Tree, a Divine Artifact from another realm, which was why he could see this phoenix.
He wanted to activate the Spirit-Connecting Heavenly Talisman, yet sensed danger and stopped short.
Li Hongzhao asked, "What are you looking at?"
Chu Zhiyuan stared at the phoenix and said gravely, "You didn't see it?"
"See what?" Li Hongzhao asked curiously.
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head. "Forget it. It's nothing."
He slowly withdrew his gaze, but the hairs on his body still stood on end, urging him to flee at once.
This phoenix bore him no goodwill, as though it might strike him dead at any moment.
He turned and walked out.
Once he stepped out of the great hall, he let out a long breath. The hairs on his body finally lay flat again.
That sense of threat vanished without a trace.
He looked up above the great hall, but the phoenix was nowhere to