This little fellow now stared blankly at what was before it. In its eyes, there was uncertainty—was it longing or fear? Or perhaps a mix of both.
Su Ping gazed ahead, experiencing an indescribable sense of terror. What exactly is that blooming fla? That fla was like an ignited candle, and those frenzied bird-like Pet Beasts were like moths indifferent to life and Death. Indeed, they were moths, blindly chasing the light, only to perish within it, plunging into the sea of fire one after another. Death, it seed, was not sothing worth ntioning to them. On the contrary, being burned and ignited by the flas seed more important than Life itself. But what could be more important than Life itself? Su Ping didn’t understand and could hardly imagine. Yet, all of this was unfolding right before his eyes.
The piercing screams echoed through the glow of the fire, making everyone’s eyes redden from the scorching heat. At that mont, no one spoke again. They knew that to understand what was happening, they would have to return and investigate thoroughly. So for now, their only option was to record everything.
Eventually, the vast valley was completely engulfed in flas. Everyone stood far off, either in the air or on the mountain, overlooking the situation. After the piercing shrieks were completely swallowed by the flas, there was no more movent. Only the crackling sounds of the burning sea of fire remained, along with the mory of the fla that had long since vanished. The corpses, remaining Pet Beasts, all the plants, and even the mountain rocks and earth were all overwheld and scorched by the fire.
The sea of fire seed as though it would never cease. But eventually, once there was nothing left to burn, it too had to end. The flas finally stopped spreading. In so places, they even began to slowly retract, disappearing from sight.
However, at that very mont, everyone’s pupils, including Su Ping’s, suddenly contracted. The sea of fire ford by those flas suddenly stirred! Indeed, like a living creature, like that fla which had just autonomously ignited and flown out, it suddenly moved. How unthinkable is this? Yet it happened.
In the very heart of the sea of fire, it seed as if a mold was propping it up. A silhouette ford by the flas slowly rose into the air. The countless flas rapidly contracted and converged. rging with the initial flas, they ca together to form a figure made purely of fire: It was a bird!
A massive bird composed of flas. Its unfolded wings alone spanned hundreds of ters, like clouds hanging from the sky—albeit crimson clouds of fire. Upon those fiery wings, a delicate and noble head slowly took shape. Then, beneath the mantle of fire, a slender body and long, narrow tail feathers spread down from it.
Noble, majestic, elegant, terrifying.
No words could sufficiently describe the shock of beholding such a Pet Beast. If it could still be considered a Pet Beast, that is.
Within such a massive body, within the ignited flas, lay the lives of countless birds—the fire that consud myriad spirits. Finally, on the head of this avian entity, that sowhat surreal cranium slowly opened its ’eyes’. The eyes of fla showed no fluctuation, but Su Ping could sense that it seed to glance at him and the others. This beca evident from the sudden shudder that ran through Da Huang’s body beside him.
Then, a strange sound erged from within the giant avian body. Yes, a voice! Not a cry, but a voice with an indecipherable aning. This voice was very difficult to comprehend. In fact, Su Ping felt that it wasn’t any language he knew. Even his Talent for Psychic Communication couldn’t decipher the slightest bit of it. But at that mont, Su Ping instinctively exchanged a glance with Ye Zhou. Almost simultaneously, they used their spiritual power to capture and interpret this sound.
As expected, it was Ancient Serpent Script! The oldest of texts, capable of being directly read by spiritual power. Su Ping had previously seen a notebook written in this script. However, writing and copying were one thing; being able to vocalize it was another. After all, copying could be done with spiritual power, but vocalizing it was different. But at that mont, neither of them had the leisure to wonder how this bird made of flas could vocalize Ancient Serpent Script. This was because, after capturing the aning of this utterance—or rather, this phrase—they were already stunned speechless.
The utterance of this Fla Phoenix was very brief, and its aning was also very simple. Translated into words they understood, it ford just four simple words: "Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix!"
Is this... ’Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix’? Su Ping looked perplexedly at the valley below, watching the giant Fla Phoenix with its slowly beating wings of fire, already rising into the sky. Is this... a Phoenix?But then, with Dragon Pets already in existence, a Phoenix doesn’t seem to be an impossibility, does it?But what about this Phoenix? What is it? Su Ping didn’t know, nor did he understand. He had never even heard of a Pet Beast like a Phoenix actually existing, though so subspecies of Pet Beasts borrowed the na. But Su Ping understood that those were nothing like what was before him now.
However, while everyone was still caught in this indescribable shock, the Fla Phoenix that had spread its wings and soared into the heavens let out an incredibly clear, long cry. Then, sothing they hadn’t anticipated occurred. This entity, whose Level Su Ping couldn’t even imagine, shattered in the Sky Do above after that cry!
BOOM!
With a deafening explosion under the clear blue sky, a sea of clouds was blasted into nothingness. Then, its shattering body broke into countless fiery teors that streaked across the sky. The Fla Phoenix that had been there monts before had completely vanished from sight.
As if everything that had just happened was a dream. But Su Ping knew it was not a dream. The ground, vitrified by burning sand, the surrounding valley dark as night, and those wild avian Pet Beasts, dead beyond any doubt, all proved the reality of what had just occurred. Not to ntion, even now, the shout in Ancient Serpent Script still echoed in Su Ping’s ears: ’Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix!’
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