Chapter 424: Undying Reincarnation

The missing body of the Phoenix recovered in the endless high temperature, which is a true rebirth from fire.

Facing an attack like a sky‑supporting pillar, the extreme temperature suddenly surged, countless flames built into several ring‑shaped flames that gathered before the Phoenix, emitting extreme light and heat; under the fear of death, it erupted.

The fire rings overlapped, their power and light gradually increasing; the overlapping fire rings were like a magic circle used by a mage, and the Phoenix's roar was the chant of the magic.

At the end of the flame condensation, that is, after the magic pattern on the outermost fire ring formed, the flames inside the entire overlapping magic circle began to spin rapidly, indicating that this huge attack was about to burst forth.

At the moment the magic circle stopped moving, the fire pillar, like molten lava converged, shot up from the center of the magic circle and slammed violently into the stars.

Two different light pillars collided violently in midair; at the moment of contact, the surging power instantly exploded completely.

At the center where the two light pillars collided, the continuously colliding energy together formed a white sphere made of two different forces, which then suddenly expanded, forming a two‑colored storm that continually swirled in the universe, creating an energy hurricane.

In the blink of an eye, the constantly colliding white sphere, under the spray of firelight, moved bit by bit toward Jiang Xia.

This indicates that, under the effect of despair and fear, the power erupted by the Phoenix at this moment exceeds the power of the stars.

However, this meant nothing; Jiang Xia watched the continually moving fire pillar, and a thread of gold light appeared in his molten‑fire pupils.

He raised his dragon neck covered in silver‑white scales, and with his golden dragon eyes he gazed at the destructive‑power sphere continually approaching him; from his sharp‑toothed dragon mouth burst a blinding ray of light.

A translucent silver magic circle formed before Jiang Xia, with different attribute patterns rotating on this huge magic circle.

Blinding white light accumulated, and the accumulation of energy spread out trembling ripples in the void.

The Phoenix's eyes, made of fire, were completely occupied by that dazzling white light; he subconsciously continued to mobilize his inner magic power to keep attacking, and even the flames burning on his body became noticeably dimmer.

At the moment when the edge of the exploding sphere was about to touch Jiang Xia, a bright gold‑tinged light pillar burst out from the dragon's mouth, instantly replacing the starlight pillar.

That dazzling gold light crushed the Phoenix's attack with the force of tearing apart weeds and rotting wood.

The gold light pillar, accompanied by a thunder‑like roar, violently struck the Phoenix's chest, and at the moment of impact it also spread out colored halos in all directions.

"Boom—"

That painful wail traced ripples through space; the hellfire burning on the Phoenix's body, as if encountering the heavenly river's water, instantly extinguished.

But the attack did not end; the huge fire bird was driven all the way by this pure white light pillar, from high above straight down, crashing directly onto the lunar surface.

The ground swept by that light pillar instantly gained a deep trench.

"Boom!"

At the moment the huge fire bird struck the lunar surface, the universe seemed to have been paused; heaven and earth instantly fell silent, as if the attack had never happened.

However, this silence lasted only an instant.

That earth‑shattering explosion directly burst open on the lunar surface.

The wind pressure, comparable to a hurricane, instantly swept in all directions; the ground shattered at the moment of impact.

A crater far larger than a meteorite pit exploded outward in all directions.

Huge slabs of rock were lifted straight from the ground, and cracks continuously spread outward.

On the airless moon, a gale actually arose, but it was not caused by air flow; it was a storm formed by unparalleled impact force.

Instantly, sand and stones flew, and a large amount of precious lunar soil was turned to dust by this strike.

The craters across the vast lunar surface were being swept away by this impact at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Huge fissures and earthquakes spread simultaneously toward the depths of the moon.

The fiery red explosion replaced the bright starry sky, and the red light produced by the attack instantly swept in all directions.

After the explosion came the continually tearing and fragmenting ground.

After the impact ended, a bright, vivid color flashed at the center of the crater, but it was not fire, since there is no oxygen on the moon to allow combustion.

It was flowing lava; those stones melted directly under the high‑temperature baptism.

Inside the meteorite crater everything turned char‑black; at the center, continuously flowing magma appeared, moving within a circular totem resembling a magic‑circle pattern.

In midair, the haze formed from fine sand and gravel was slowly drifting toward the sky.

In the gradually fading haze, dim wings broke through the smoke‑filled dust and shot upward.

He is not dead yet; as long as he still possesses magic power, the Phoenix's wraith will not truly die.

The Phoenix's wraith clearly felt that the recent attack not only injured his body but also took away his magic power.

If he cannot truly defeat the enemy, he will likely be unable to reincarnate due to insufficient magic power, thus reaching true death. Even if he dies and is reborn on the sun, the distance to true death remains a considerable length of time.

But now it is different; he is about to face true death, with no second chance.

This failure is not being thrown into the sun to be roasted, but rather complete annihilation.

How can this be!

How can he accept this!

He is a Phoenix capable of rebirth from fire—how could he possibly die in such a place!

The Phoenix let out a roar, and its wings, burning in the hellfire, turned into arms.

Hellfire burned in his palm, and the flowing fire rapidly expanded, forming a door made of flame.

He reached into the fire and gripped tightly; at that moment, sparks flowed along the fragments, and the flame door in his palm gradually vanished.

After a few seconds, once the firelight had faded, what appeared in his hand was a huge sword filled with destructive red.

This is his weapon, the giant sword 'Havoc'.

Havoc burned with lava‑like flames, constantly trembling, like a true living creature.

The Phoenix gripped the sword's hilt, engraved with patterns, and swung hard at the silver‑white giant dragon floating in the sky.

The firelight on Havoc's blade burst out as it swung, forming a huge phantom firebird before it, which coalesced into a vortex of flame that surged straight toward Jiang Xia.

The firebird spread its wings, and when it lunged at Jiang Xia it was already blazing like a phoenix.

Jiang Xia waved his dragon wings; like a meteor, his shadow traced a bright trajectory across the starry sky, heading straight for the undying firebird.

Claws covered in dragon scales ignored the scorching heat and directly seized the burning wings.

His steel‑like muscles flexed rapidly under the scales; he pulled hard, and the huge firebird was torn apart by Jiang Xia from the center.

The exploding sparks from the torn firebird struck Jiang Xia's current body, yet not even a spark rose; he was nearly immune to such an attack.

Jiang Xia let out a sonorous dragon roar, and his dragon wings fully unfolded.

Dust flew up beneath the dragon wings as he flew at high speed; the Phoenix was directly struck by this immense kinetic energy and slammed into a mountain peak on the Moon's surface.

The Phoenix incessantly brandished the giant sword at Jiang Xia, but it had no effect at all.

Upon impact came the sound of clashing metal, but no matter how many times that sharp giant sword was swung, it could not pierce the silvery-white dragon scales.

Jiang Xia extended his dragon claw; the sharp talons instantly severed the Phoenix's arm, and at the same time he seized a silvery-white giant sword, driving it straight into the Phoenix Phantom's chest, pinning him to the Moon's surface.

As he severed the Phoenix Phantom's arm, Jiang Xia seized the giant sword that had fallen from the Phoenix, reforged it, and thrust it backward into his own body.

"Ah!"

The Phoenix Phantom let out a painful shriek; he felt his inner magic being forcibly drained.

At the same time, his powerful body, revived many times, was gradually turning to ash.

"You are about to meet true death; you have no chance of another resurrection." The ancient, bell-like voice of the Giant Dragon proclaimed the final verdict.

The Phoenix Phantom uttered a desperate wail, but his cry soon vanished.

The vast magic flowed into Jiang Xia's body as the Phoenix met its complete death.

The giant sword that had pierced the Phoenix's body, along with the calamity, slowly turned into flames.

After the Phoenix completely vanished, the devastated Moon finally returned to its former tranquility.

At that moment, Jiang Xia suddenly felt a glimmer of enlightenment; the ability of immortal reincarnation was being acquired by him.

Death seemed no longer a threat to him.

This feeling is very strange; when you know that even after utter death you can be reborn unharmed, you no longer fear death, even embracing a die‑rather‑than‑yield attitude.

He understood why the Phoenix Phantom acted so arrogantly, courting madness and death.

But these arrogant feelings clearly did not affect him, for the previous so‑called immortal and indestructible Phoenix was first thrown straight into the Sun, and then devoured by him on the spot.

Immortality and indestructibility are not invincible—he knew this all too well. (End of chapter)