Chapter 241: Phoenix Remnant Hate (Please Subscribe)

Rumble, rumble...

That deep valley pillar, standing out like a crane among chickens, was currently suffering the concentrated strikes of self-detonating magical artifacts; it immediately swayed violently and began to collapse, revealing the slender, soft roots within.

The structure itself was not actually long or wide, and it did not extend to where the previous corpses were wrapped, but only reached into the hollow space within, that pool of liquid where pure spiritual energy gathered.

And at this moment, this liquid pool was evaporating rapidly, being drawn out by the wounded Phoenix Blood Parasol Tree to restore and maintain its own state!

How could Du En possibly let it recover?

Wind and sand rose up immediately, first enveloping Cui Wei's side, enough to keep him occupied for a while.

The next moment, all the mud and stone statues collapsed.

His attention shifted entirely to this side, not pausing for even an instant, even though his meridians creaked and his body throbbed with pain; furthermore, already affected by the backlash of the self-detonating magical artifacts, it was even harder to endure this sudden shift in mana, compounded by the violent upheaval of his Golden Core erupting simultaneously.

His Solid Spirit Body was revealed, and the high pressure was unbearable, but he did not change his expression in the slightest, still pushing and urging it with all his might.

Giant Cannon Art!

Rapid fire!

Du En glared at the location of the Phoenix Blood Parasol Tree and unleashed a twenty-shot volley!

On the spot, he drained fifty percent of his mana, leaving his Golden Core looking somewhat dim and withered; combined with the thirty percent consumption accumulated from the fighting along the way, he was left with only twenty percent of his strength remaining.

Boom, boom, boom...

The giant cannon fired in succession; this time, the Phoenix Blood Parasol Tree could not remain as calm and composed as it had when absorbing the impact for Cui Wei just moments ago, but instead, its branches and leaves swayed and snapped off one after another.

But before Du En could do anything else.

Whoosh!

Crimson flames erupted suddenly, flaring up from the towering heights, instantly dispersing all attacks and shockwaves, and even driving away the wind and sand that had been shrouding Cui Wei!

"Du En, where... where are you?"

This City Lord of Chiwu looked around once more, intending to regain control of the Bone Giant and make his own counterattack, only to find that he could not locate his target!

Because Du En was not in those statues at all; he had long since taken the opportunity to hide when they were submerged by the swarm of flame arrows, using the Ice Breath Art to conceal himself in a blind spot.

For the sake of caution, he had even taken off and stored his Shadow-Lacquer Dharma Robe and hidden his storage bag, prepared for a fight to the death.

Cui Wei did not find him, but the Phoenix Blood Parasol Tree, enraged to the point of burning, did.

Or rather, it was able to find him!

One could only see the raging red fire on the ruined branches now twisting its form as it burned, resembling a ferocious phoenix, suddenly widening one of its eyes; what filled it was not the benevolence and virtue legendary to the creature, but a resentment and tyranny that not even time could wash away.

"Screech!!!"

A sharp, ear-piercing cry spread to the surroundings, directly shattering the Bone Giant, collapsing the edge of the deep valley, and crushing the spiritual light curtain, forcing Du En—who had just finished his burst and was trying to recover while planning his next move—directly out of his Ice Breath concealment.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Both people present, regardless of friend or foe, vomited blood.

Moreover, their respective Golden Cores were both directly cracked!

The difference was that Du En's had only cracked halfway, while Cui Wei's had cracked ninety percent, just a hair's breadth away from shattering completely.

Even so, it was not over yet.

"Screech!!!"

Seeing that this detestable little thief Du En had finally revealed himself, the red-fire ferocious phoenix flapped its wings, suddenly broke free from the parasol tree, and lunged over in a blaze, giving Du En no room to react, burning through space and pouncing onto his body, igniting his flesh and soul.

"Ugh..."

These raging crimson flames were actually secondary; after all, it was merely a spirit wood that had not become a demon, had not taken human form, and possessed only dim intelligence, delivering a slightly weakened blow after its eruption—even if it were a top-grade Tier 4 treasure, it would actually have to be downgraded by a large margin for assessment.

After all, it had just taken two surprise attacks from Du En, and the damage was truly not insignificant!

Therefore, relying on his Solid Spirit Body and the resilience of his soul accumulated along the way, he could still endure the burning and hold on for half an incense stick's time without issue.

Thus, the truly critical point lay in what was mixed within this phoenix fire.

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate...

I hate! I hate!

Damn it! You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!

Phoenix Remnant Hate!

It had been watered with the legacy blood of a former phoenix and had accepted the dying resentment of the other, transforming into raging flames of hatred, all to burn everything to ashes, especially everything belonging to this Falling Feather Immortal Sect!

Even with Du En's temperament and strength of heart, when subjected to the burning of such residual resentment and the tearing of his will, he could not help but frown slightly, revealing a trace of obvious pain.

"Hahaha! Phoenix Blood Remnant Hate, I'll drag you into the netherworld, let's see how you die!"

Cui Wei, whose Golden Core was on the verge of collapse, did not care about this at all; as he spat blood, he did not forget to laugh mockingly, eyes wide, wanting to watch with his own eyes as Du En turned into a pile of fly ash.

The Phoenix Blood Parasol Tree, however, fell into silence.

Its state was very poor at this moment, especially after the successive bursts of attacks.

The spiritual liquid pool had long been sucked dry, the spiritual veins of the land were in a complete mess, and it was impossible to gather enough spiritual energy; at the same time, after venting its resentment and hatred, the characteristics that also originated from the phoenix—representing auspiciousness and virtue, naturally capable of avoiding harm—also began to manifest.

Therefore, it was time to leave this place.

Or rather, it was time to spread its wings and soar!

"Screech!"

A high phoenix cry rang out, and the flames took flight, lunging directly toward Cui Wei.

He was stunned for a moment, then struggled to turn around, opening his arms to welcome it.

"It's here! Hahaha! My only chance at survival!"

He laughed heartily, and under Du En's struggling gaze, he calmly accepted the embrace of the phoenix's crimson flames.

"Ahhh..."

His physical form was directly incinerated, and he could not help but scream, the pain piercing his soul, exceptionally agonizing.

Then, crimson flames wrapped into an egg, and a profound transformation emerged spontaneously.

Du En realized something.

"Nirvana rebirth?"

"Correct! It is precisely Phoenix Nirvana, gaining a new life!"

Cui Wei's voice followed, no longer in pain at this moment, but exceptionally joyful: "Although I made preparations for fifty years, constantly adjusting, constantly refining myself, even devouring them was part of it, but it was originally very difficult to achieve this; who knew that your strike would directly facilitate my success!"

"Hahaha! Du En the traveler, tell me, between a dead genius and a living genius, how would this dignified Immortal Sect choose?"

This was his path to survival!

As long as Du En died and he achieved Nirvana, then, given the usual temperament of the Falling Feather Immortal Sect, they would certainly make a judgment that aligned with his schemes, sparing him from death and from going to the battlefield.

No, actually, the premise of Du En dying is not needed; as long as this fellow can truly achieve Nirvana with the aptitude of a genius, then surely there would be a True Monarch of this sect who would choose to pardon his capital crime.

Especially that Third Senior Sister of Meng Changqing; she certainly wouldn't mind adding a mortal enemy to Du En's side.

On the other hand, True Monarch Zhuding would likely have significant objections toward such a person who avoids and fears battle.

(End of this chapter)