Chapter 219: Chapter 192: Baptism by Fire
Perhaps it was the unique experience brought by being near death, the colossal giant felt as if he had fallen into a dream.
In the dream, he was no longer the massive figure he once was, but was transformed into a common man, while those whom he had originally slain, whom he viewed as insignificant as grass, now appeared so towering and terrifying.
The resentful spirits lunged at him, carrying a bone-deep killing intent and hatred, clambering like ants onto his body, tearing at his flesh, gnawing at his bones, the stance suggesting they intended to swallow him whole and alive.
Yet, he made no move to counter, nor did he have the intention to resist.
He was too tired, too overwhelmingly tired.
"Eat, eat..."
Facing the piercing pain striking his body, his eyes held nothing but fatigue.
"These originally belong to you, it’s now time for you to take them back."
"No, I should say, they are mine."
The Odd-shaped Halberd swept across, clearing away the resentful spirits that were about to bite his head.
"It was me who created you with my own hands, who gave you life; you have always been mine, your body, your everything, is mine!"
"Is that what you think."
He raised his head, looking at the face that was once most familiar to him.
That was his creator, also his caretaker. Whether looking from the companionship of those days or the kindness of nurturing, this person could be considered his parent.
"But neither my life nor my body belongs to you."
"Traitor..."
The man with a sinister face waved his hand, causing the vengeful spirits to start devouring his body once more.
Yet he merely shook his head.
"Is it because of my rebellion? No, isn’t it? You know perfectly well in your heart, don’t you? If you truly held on to this power, if you were truly right, I would have followed you even if you did nothing... but you aren’t, you couldn’t achieve it, you know exactly what you are doing, you know one day you would make a move against me, and I wouldn’t just sit and wait, hence you..."
"Enough!"
The man with the sinister face slammed the halberd against his head.
Not using the blade, but reversing it to strike with the shaft, the man with the sinister face smashed down fiercely, apparently only through this could he vent that endless anger.
But this very outburst of rage only made the one being beaten shake his head more.
At the precipice of death before, he had already seen, seen the things hidden beneath the obsession and madness, those fixated on madness, perhaps indeed were the source of these people’s consolidated power, yet this razor-like madness was also the weakest point.
These people chasing power were surprisingly fragile.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the once mighty Great Chu collapsed, unable to restore its kingdom.
To be blunt, this so-called Great Chu never really possessed tyranny, they may indeed have acquired much power in the pursuit of tyranny, but the more they chased, the further they strayed from what they truly wanted.
If you truly possessed it, why chase it.
Because it was never possessed, so could never be satisfied.
"...What kind of look is that."
Feeling the silent, yet slightly pitying gaze in front, the man with the sinister face showed an increasingly grim expression.
"Are you pitying me? Are you feeling sorry for me? Why! Just because of you!"
The heavy halberd became even more fierce.
"You’re not even human! Why pity me! I am an Immortal! I am a True Immortal alive!"
"You’re right."
Even though the entire head was about to be smashed to pieces, he just sighed.
Indeed, what the other said wasn’t wrong, being not even human, what was he pitying after all?
After all, the one about to die now wasn’t the other, but himself.
But that’s what he wanted, wasn’t it?
"Since you want so much to be an Immortal, then have it."
Saying this, he actively moved his neck to meet the blade of the halberd.
"Everything should be returned to you."
Clang—
The sharp blade severed his neck.
The enormous head dropped from the severed neck, devoured by the vengeful spirits.
And the man with the sinister face closed his eyes.
And when he opened his eyes again, the view had already returned to the ruins of the imperial tomb, and in front of him, the mouse-sized Du Chengfeng was swinging the sword and blade in his hand, wildly slashing at him.
Yet, this level of slashing couldn’t even break his skin.
This was the perfect Immortal body, not the temporary construct from before, just a prototype of an Immortal body, but a true one, honed through time.
The strongest body.
Along with the strongest spirit.
"At last..."
From beneath the rib of the colossal giant, white bone wings burst forth.
Immediately, crimson flames entwined them, transforming into vibrant, eye-catching feathers.
That was the ultimate belief of the Chu people, soaring high in the sky, the immortal fire phoenix.
At this moment, he had truly achieved a genuine transformation.
"But isn’t your look a bit tacky?"
Watching the grand phoenix swirling before him, Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but scratch his head with his sword handle.
"Birdmen aren’t in vogue anymore."
