Chapter 956: Likely a puppet dream

Relative?

Important member of the clan?

Or an invader? Enemy?

Xiong Feng's emotions fluctuated slightly after that voice sounded, then quickly returned to calm.

No matter what the relationship was back then, for Xiong Feng now, it doesn't make much difference.

The closer the relationship was back then, the deeper this hatred...

A traitor who views the lives of the entire clan as worthless—what good could such a person be?!

"Kid, wake up. I won't survive, and neither will you. But if we work together, I guarantee that in the near future, the entire Feng Clan, and even the wider world, will belong to us."

"I only have a soul; I need you as a vessel. It's mine, and also yours. Don't you want to reclaim the Feng Clan and become the rightful Phoenix Lord? Don't you..."

"Shut up!"

Xiong Feng's body was already in agony, and that guy kept talking nonstop, buzzing like an annoying fly, making Xiong Feng's temples throb.

He shouted to stop him.

But the other side wouldn't budge, still trying hard to persuade Xiong Feng.

Xiong Feng sneered: "If you really could turn clouds and rain with a flip of your hand, why waste your breath here trying to convince me? Calm down and enjoy your last moments."

After the words fell, Xiong Feng made another hand seal, his sword finger moving upward against the meridians, his essence blood flowing in reverse, further sealing.

This process was extremely painful, but even more painful was the soul trapped inside his body.

He didn't need to know his specific identity, didn't care about the resources he controlled, and wouldn't be tempted by his ambitious schemes.

Xiong Feng only knew that as long as he still had a breath, he had to kill this guy.

"Crazy! You're completely crazy!"

"Why did you survive back then?!"

"They clearly chose your sister—a female with pure bloodline but congenital deficiency. Even if she could pass on the ancient Feng Clan's bloodline, she couldn't make a big wave. So why is it you?!"

"..."

As the sealing circle shrank, the soul's curses grew more vicious.

There's a saying... "When a person is about to die, their words are good."

This 'good' certainly doesn't just mean kindness.

The other party has nothing to do with kindness.

But this 'good' also means sincere words.

So the information hidden in the other party's vicious words at this time is mostly true.

Thus, from these words, Xiong Feng glimpsed some secrets from the past.

As it turns out, the other party's identity has always been well concealed.

He is an executioner, the architect of all this, yet even in the life-or-death crisis, he remained hidden among the members of the ancient Feng Clan.

At the most critical moment, when the entire clan unanimously decided to keep the sister as the fire seed, he was even one of the promoters.

But despite his scheming, he didn't expect the sister to, at the last moment, give up her chance to survive and instead push out her most beloved 'Ah Xiu younger brother'.

He also didn't expect that, many years later, the Feng Clan's bloodline would not truly be cut off.

Even without this Xiong Feng, the Feng Clan would still develop well.

Thinking of this, Xiong Feng suddenly laughed.

He thought of Shan Shan, and of the many people who love and protect her behind her; Xiong Feng felt envy but not jealousy.

Because he knows too well how heavy the burden of responsibility for the entire clan is, Shan Shan is not having an easy time.

If he manages to survive, he will surely assist her well.

But even if he can't survive, he must take this thing with him to eradicate this tumor for the Feng Clan.

This way, even if he dies, he can face his sister and repay the Feng Clan's kindness to him.

At the moment the meridians reversed throughout his body, Xiong Feng felt his blood completely drained.

The shouting sound was as faint as a mosquito.

At the moment all his meridians snapped, countless tongues of flame suddenly erupted in the Nirvana fire region, piercing into Xiong Feng's wounds all over his body and completely devouring that already dying soul.

At that moment, Xiong Feng sensed it.

He had done it.

He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the moment his consciousness would completely fade.

As it turns out, annihilation isn't as terrifying as he imagined.

As his eyes closed, his consciousness quickly blurred, and even the sense of pain disappeared.

Xiong Feng even felt at this moment that he was very comfortable and relaxed.

But this feeling of comfort and ease flashed by, and immediately after, a wave of pain surged.

Every inch of the severed meridians seemed to grow tendrils, reconnecting the breaks; each wound on his body ached and itched, as if new flesh were wildly sprouting...

His eyes also hurt terribly.

His eyes, which had been weak and tightly shut, slowly opened.

The blazing Nirvana flames made his eyes sting.

Xiong Feng felt his whole body as if it had been torn apart, melted in the Nirvana fire region, then reshaped and reassembled.

But gradually, his eyes stopped hurting.

Even in the Nirvana fire region, he could keep his eyes wide open, seeing every detail in the distance through the layers of flame.

He then lowered his gaze and discovered that he was now in the true form of Xiong Feng.

Just... plump and reddish... and completely bald, without a single feather.

Like a chicken that had just been scalded by boiling water and plucked… huge.

Fortunately, not long after, a layer of down grew on his flesh.

The down fell off, and a layer of speckled gray feathers grew again.

After this layer of Feather molted again, the newly grown Feathers were even more gorgeous than his original plumage, with richer and more varied colors, especially the wing feather and tail feather, which were breathtakingly beautiful.

If the male phoenix could see those three true feathers on his head, he would be even more astonished.

Those three true feathers were five‑colored, graded from bottom to top and from inside to out; whoever saw them would exclaim: This is practically a show‑off by the goddess Nuwa.

This……is this Nirvana rebirth?

To smash oneself to pieces and then be reborn—is this Nirvana success?

The male phoenix dared not imagine; he feared this was a dream.

Even more frightening, upon waking he was not a Nirvana success, but rather again controlled by that spiritual body, becoming a ridiculous puppet dream.

But when he suddenly felt a special power rapidly condensing within his body, he involuntarily circulated his vital essence throughout his body, gathering it toward that power.

Until a red light shone from his chest, then slowly rose upward; finally, the male phoenix opened his mouth, and a clear red pearl flew out, hovering in the Nirvana fire domain before him, constantly rotating.

The male phoenix looked at that pearl in disbelief—wasn't this the Mundan Pearl?

It had successfully re‑condensed…