Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: Rebirth from the Ashes
Long Fei knew far better than the Saintess Yaoji and the Great Monk about the might of these flas. After all, his wife possessed the Phoenix Physique, and he had witnessed the Phoenix Fire firsthand.
But this ti was different. His Nascent Soul carried a Great Dao Injury that required the Phoenix True Fla for refinent.
Ordinary flas could not possibly ignite the Nascent Soul ford by condensed spiritual power.
“Phoenix Nirvana, rebirth through fire.”
The Saintess Yaoji furrowed her brows tightly, seeing faint traces of an intricate thod.
She hadn’t expected Long Fei to dare use such an extre approach to refine his Nascent Soul.
Being engulfed in raging flas—such tornt was beyond what humans could endure.
Yet Long Fei said not a word as he endured the agony within the inferno.
Even Saintess Yaoji, one of the elite from the Ancient Dynasty, couldn’t help but feel admiration rising in her heart. She had begun to see Long Fei in a different light.
The Great Monk shared the sa sentint, as if reminded of those prodigies from the Great Yan Country.
Their cultivation thods were just as ferocious as Long Fei’s.
At this mont, if they were to interfere with Long Fei…
Even though Long Fei might be prepared, he could not possibly pass through this trial successfully.
But neither of them made a move, recalling Long Fei’s words.
“The world is full of countless paths. Perhaps the path Long Fei walks represents this world’s destiny.”
Their paths had already failed. Maybe it was ti to let go and allow this world’s path to unfold.
The maids accompanying Saintess Yaoji absorbed dicinal vapors within the Alchemy Cauldron and quickly recovered.
They leaped out one by one, drawing their swords and shouting coquettishly, “Saintess, shall we strike?”
Saintess Yaoji raised her hand and gently shook her head.
Long Fei loosened the grip on his gourd, muttering inwardly how fortunate they were not to act.
Your grandfather’s Phoenix Fire within this gourd could burn your souls to oblivion.
He understood that Saintess Yaoji had temporarily decided to show leniency.
So, he let his guard down and tossed out the recently obtained Ginseng Doll, tearing off one of its legs and stuffing it into his mouth.
“You scoundrel!”
Saintess Yaoji exclaid in anger, just as Long Fei threw the Ginseng Doll down towards her.
One leg was enough for Long Fei to pass through his trial.
Under Long Fei’s protection, the Ginseng Doll escaped being scorched by the raging flas and landed with only a missing leg. It imdiately began to shout at Saintess Yaoji, “Sister! Quickly avenge Little Jiu!”
Clutching its severed leg, it cried out in pitiful indignation.
Saintess Yaoji patted its head, but instead of anger, her laughter rang out, “Alright, alright. He spared your life; you should be thanking him instead.”
“Thank him? My foot!”
Little Jiu cursed angrily, glaring fiercely at Long Fei before burrowing deep into the earth to avoid further calamity.
If that demon grabbed hold of it again, it wouldn’t even have its life left.
The Ginseng Doll, which had lived for over ten thousand years, was brimming with the Great Dao Principles far beyond those of a re Thousand-Year Ginseng.
Long Fei only felt his flesh, dried and scorched by the Phoenix True Fla, rapidly regaining vitality.
His spiritual power within the Divine Sea was simultaneously replenished, surging outward and pouring into the True Dragon Nascent Soul.
A humanoid Dharma Laksana erged above his head.
Standing sixteen feet tall, the Laksana exuded a majestic and imposing aura, resembling a Demon God towering above. Both the Great Monk and Saintess Yaoji felt their hearts tremble.
They hadn’t anticipated Long Fei’s Laksana to be so extraordinary.
They heard him mutter under his breath, “This is your path, not mine. Why should I want it?”
The True Dragon Nascent Soul, which seed on the verge of healing, suddenly shattered as though it were fragile glass.
The sound of it breaking shook both the Great Monk and Saintess Yaoji. Their hearts skipped a beat as they cried out in unison, “Damn, this kid is insane!”
“He actually destroyed his Nascent Soul?”
Saintess Yaoji’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Yet Long Fei’s voice chanted resolutely, “Destruction breeds creation. To rise, one must first fall. Rebirth through fire, Phoenix Nirvana!”
A beam of golden light soared into the heavens from within the raging flas, pulling countless fragnts together and rging them.
The shattered Nascent Soul astonishingly coalesced once more.
However, it no longer bore the form of a True Dragon but instead transford into a humanoid shape identical to Long Fei’s Demon God Laksana above.
The Dragon-shaped Nascent Soul was originally cultivated by Long Fei based on the ancestral True Dragon Nine Transformations.
At this crossroads, choosing to follow the path of the Dragon-shaped Dharma Laksana would an that upon reaching the Divinity Transformation stage, both his Nascent Soul and flesh would evolve into that of a dragon.
Upon breaking into the Tribulation Stage, he would completely beco a True Dragon.
However, Long Fei’s path had evidently exceeded the limitations of the True Dragon’s existence.
His flesh contained not only Dragon Bloodline but also that of the Kylin, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, and Vermilion Bird.
Following his current trajectory, upon reaching the Fusion Realm, the Dragon Primordial Spirit would only be able to rge with the Dragon Bloodline.
The other four bloodlines were Divine Beast Bloodlines; none could dominate the others.
Facing future bloodline conflicts would undoubtedly lead to disastrous consequences.
Rather than risk that, it was better to proactively abandon the path of his ancestors and carve his own path.
Forsake the True Dragon Primordial Spirit and forge a new Primordial Spirit capable of rging with all five bloodlines.
A Primordial Spirit capable of defying fate, transcending Heavenly Dao, and fusing the Great Dao Principles.
The newly ford Nascent Soul was still far from being fully refined.
The Parasol Divine Tree seed to perceive Long Fei’s determination, abruptly cutting off its flas.
Long Fei furrowed his brows and slamd his fist fiercely against the Parasol Divine Tree.
The Divine Tree quaked, shedding a dozen leaves.
But this ti, it refrained from retaliating.
Long Fei felt exasperated, begrudgingly releasing the Phoenix True Fla he had intended for sches, redirecting it to burn himself instead.
The Great Monk and Saintess Yaoji wiped the sweat from their foreheads, knowing they had never seen such an unrelentingly ruthless person.
“He really commits!”
“I cannot compare!”
Both sighed as they decided to simply sit back and watch the spectacle, curious about what Long Fei would accomplish.
The Phoenix Fire within the Red Fla Gourd erged in a flurry, rushing toward the Nascent Soul to burn it.
This ti, Long Fei wisely refrained from igniting his own flesh.
His dried body, with all impurities vaporized by the flas earlier, would indeed disintegrate if scorched again.
As the leaves from the Parasol Tree descended mid-air, he still had the audacity to snatch them up with a single motion.
This provoked the Parasol Divine Tree to tremble furiously, though it held its temper and refrained from fulfilling Long Fei’s desires.
The Great Monk sighed, “Do you see? His way of doing things, along with his deanor, bears so resemblance to soone we know.”
Princess Yaoji remained silent.
The Great Monk added, “Among the Human Race, only he could suppress the Demon Race. Pity that with his death, everything changed.”
“Say no more.”
Princess Yaoji’s Primordial Spirit rippled, unwilling to dredge up those unbearable mories.
She faintly recalled the young man who sealed them all within the Colorful Glazed Tower during the downfall of the Great Yan Country.
He, however, had rged with the Great Dao, altered the Heavenly Dao Laws, and confined the Demon Race underground for over a hundred thousand years.
That man was her fiancé, a Xuanyuan Clan mber.
Her eyes lingered on Long Fei, her expression now tinged with sothing special.
This man’s brows and eyes indeed bore so resemblance to him, yet he still appeared too immature to match his masculine aura.
His muscles were robust; a single bow could topple a mountain peak.
His arms were powerful; with one motion, he could uproot massive trees.
His legs were strong; a single stride could rival the heights of heaven.
Over a hundred thousand years had passed, and Saintess Yaoji thought she had forgotten him, only to find mories surfacing vividly.
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