Chapter 1900: Chapter 1899: Vermilion Bird Holy Temple
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Emperor Yue made his decision, and the others among the group of seven did not object further. Before this, they could argue and express opinions, but once this prince of the Demon Country made a decision, they could only comply.
"Xiang Heng."
Emperor Yue glanced at the group of seven, focusing on a sturdy man with an elephant head and human body. This man hailed from one of the Eight Tribes, the Baoxiang Tribe, whose Innate Divine Power perhaps did not match the defensive prowess of the Lion Howler Tribe, but when it came to sheer strength, they were unrivaled.
Xiang Heng acknowledged with a grunt, flexing his shoulders, his bones cracking audibly with the movement. As he stepped forward, his body swelled, revealing intimidating muscles beneath his robust frame.
Boom.
Xiang Heng’s arms pressed directly against a door, while Emperor Yue moved to another door on the opposite side.
"Push."
Emperor Yue’s hands pressed against the massive stone gate, and in that instant, a terrifying force emanated from him, causing the hundred-meter-high stone gate, of unknowable tonnage, to creak.
Squeak.
The stone gate, sealed for two hundred years, seemed to move slightly, as dust flaked and fell.
"Open for me."
The next second.
Emperor Yue let out a low roar, and the Candle Dragon Bloodline within him surged, unleashing a wave of powerful energy in all directions. The gust of wind that followed caused the demons standing behind to involuntarily step back half a step, shielding themselves from the blown sand and stones.
Raising his eyes, the activated Demon Clan Bloodline in Emperor Yue revealed a giant dragon behind him, his true self’s shadow.
If explained using the Daoist Skills from Ancestor Dragon City, this shadow resembled a Dharma Manifestation True Body, greatly amplifying his power.
Emperor Yue was entwined with the dragon, while Xiang Heng on the opposite side did not fall behind, as a gigantic elephant materialized.
The two strongest bloodlines in the world were dragon and elephant.
As the two demons exerted all their strength, the massive stone gate, hundreds of meters high, slowly opened. As a small crack appeared, a surging Flame Power burst forth from within, instantly engulfing the previously cool cave passage.
Snort.
Cang Ming from Chaotic Blade Mountain stepped forward, activating the Wind God Body to erect a wind barrier before him, like an unbreakable rock, directly cleaving the rushing wall of fire.
"Such intense Flame Power."
Standing at the rear, watching the astonishing wall of flame, although blocked, one could still feel its incredible scorching force.
Feng Feifei took a deep breath. Though she belonged to the Phoenix clan, she was from the Light Phoenix clan and did not cultivate Flame Power.
And now, the Feather Clan under the Southern Demon Country rarely possessed the Fire Element, despite the Vermilion Bird being technically part of the Feather Clan.
But as to why they turned against each other, it delved into deeper, long-standing issues.
Feng Feifei was unaware of the secrets involved, but she knew the Vermilion Bird lineage stood opposed to her Feather Clan.
"Naturally, as rumored, this Vermilion Bird Holy Temple is entirely built upon the Earthfire Veins of a Molten Lava Cave, and certainly could be considered the core of these Earth Veins."
"To achieve rebirth from the ashes, the Vermilion Bird requires the absorption of immense Flame Power; there is no finer place than here."
As the stone gate was pushed several meters wide, surges of Flame Power flowed out, flooding the entire cave’s Great Maze. Yet, this wave soon diminished; once the outside temperature matched the stone gate’s interior, the fiery storm dissipated into invisibility.
The group of seven demons also stepped into the Vermilion Bird Holy Temple, sealed for over two hundred years. Despite having seen numerous magnificent scenes, the seven inhaled sharply, showing traces of astonishment.
This was a vast cavern, its floor entirely covered with Flame Glaze, resembling the most colorful palace, with flames converging into clouds, like morning mist, permeating the entire temple.
A massive Parasol tree grew from the Earth Veins, dominating the temple’s center, and upon its branches, an egg of flowing flame hovered.
The Parasol absorbed the Earthfire Power, converting it into Life Force, which the egg ceaselessly absorbed.
The egg rhythmically pulsated, each pulse sending a ripple-like wave of fire in all directions.
"What a Parasol for the Phoenix’s abode. Even the one in our clan pales in comparison."
Feng Feifei felt envious. Parasol wood is the Holy Tree of the Phoenix clan, not only their resting place but also providing them with Life Water, serving as their Grotto Heaven.
Looking again at the Parasol, its flame-formed leaves were incredibly lush, emitting dense Flame Power, each leaf akin to Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
And as the group observed, the leaves of the Parasol Tree began to detach from the canopy, drifting down, carried softly by the wind towards the few demons.
The scene was beautiful, akin to the flurry of peach blossoms in April, yet in Feng Feifei’s eyes, it was not a good omen.
"Not good, the Vermilion Bird seems aware of our arrival, and is prematurely awakening; we must acquire the Vermilion Bird’s egg before the leaves of this Parasol tree have completely fallen to interrupt its rebirth from the ashes."
"Otherwise, once reborn, it will fully recover to peak strength."
The Vermilion Bird is almost immortal. Even if heavily injured, it can revive through rebirth from the ashes, returning to its prime state upon revival.
The Vermilion Bird cannot be killed; its revival can only be delayed since to be reborn, it requires a significant amount of Life Force and Flame Power. Without accumulating sufficient power, rebirth becomes difficult.
This is considered its sole weakness.
Feng Feifei spoke, casting a glance at Helena, snorting—truly, if she listened to this woman, allowing the Vermilion Bird time to achieve rebirth from the ashes, then they’d be doomed.
This was the Vermilion Bird’s territory.
Emperor Yue and the others exchanged glances; they did not doubt Feng Feifei’s words as the Vermilion Bird and Phoenix clan might share a common ancestry.
"Let me."
Yue Ming came forth: "A mere flame cannot trouble me." Saying this, Yue Ming moved like a gust of wind, heading directly for the center of the Vermilion Bird Holy Temple towards the Parasol Divine Wood.
Yue Ming’s form appeared within a few meters of the Parasol Divine Wood the next second, gazing at the pulsing Vermilion Bird egg, Yue Ming’s lips slightly curved.
"Come here."
Yue Ming trod upon air, reached out for the Vermilion Bird egg, but before touching its edge, a ring of fire emanated from the egg, expanding like a hoop, causing Yue Ming to suddenly feel a surge of boundless Flame Power.
Sensing the danger, Yue Ming used this power to swiftly retreat like a kite, landing and stepping back over ten meters before stabilizing.
Yue Ming’s face showed a bit of displeasure, saying, "Darn, even as an egg, it resists."
Turning to Emperor Yue and the others.
"It seems difficult to approach."
"Hmm, charging forward so recklessly certainly won’t work. Did you truly think the Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Holy Beasts, is easy prey, even if now just an egg?"
"The State Preceptor foresaw this; to acquire the Vermilion Bird egg, one must utilize the Secret Treasure forged from Parasol wood."
"Yet, the Vermilion Bird’s egg might not be subdued easily, needing to be suppressed first, then seized at the opportune moment into this Parasol wood box."
"You have this thing, why didn’t you bring it out earlier?" Yue Ming turned to Feng Feifei, speaking with some reproach.
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