Imperial Treasure

A group of followers knelt beside Lang Jiluo.

This unbeatable first ascetic has finally fallen in battle.

Brook placed his hand on Landis’ head. With the Pope’s death, his servitude had dissipated, and now his eyes glistened with tears, yet he said nothing. He only patted Landis’ head, placing his hand on Mo Luo’s hand back.

Close your eyes.

Scene after scene, death, blood, relief...

Su Zimu and others were relieved.

Because they won, and they are still alive.

But they were so exhausted, too worn out to feel relieved.

Suddenly, they saw layers of purple light in the sky; the light came down gently, falling on their wounds, cool and refreshing.

It was Yuezhuo.

Aside from her thunder abilities, can she heal people?

Is this the power of the Phoenix?

"Speaking of, is this purple-feathered big bird raised by Sui Yi?" Gong Jiu suddenly commented.

Purple-feathered big bird...

Su Zimu, Mo Ke, and Yhan Qingwu felt helpless.

"One of us," Su Zimu glanced at Gong Jiu, "She’ll be angry, so..."

As purple feather flakes dispersed and gathered, they formed a purple-hued human figure, a woman.

Surely, very beautiful.

The Phoenix’s agility and elegance, distinct from human aura, cool and serene purple charm, like a bunch of wisteria hanging gently on vines, beautiful yet continuous.

Transforming feathers spread from her legs upwards, forming a flowing purple gown...

Seven or eight parts of her appearance seemed familiar; the few altered parts were perfectly refined.

She was no longer a shadow queen, but a clear and eternally beautiful phoenix.

She glanced at Gong Jiu with a mix of serenity and anger, "Gong Jiu, after I rest for a while, I will surely trouble you."

Gong Jiu was surprised by Pu Qinghan’s sudden transformation into a bird, but calmed upon hearing her words, "Ah, it’s okay, anyway, there’s still some time...you won’t bother me first, surely you’ll find Sui Yi first."

You know so much, aren’t you afraid of dying?

Yet, no one criticized her; Flower Demon had already led a few slightly wounded into the nearby shop ruins and brought out several boxes of drinks, distributing them...

Li Luo, seated on a rock, took a drink. Her injuries were quite severe, but as a standout among the Void-breaking, her recovery was stronger than Byzantine and others. Her severed hand had healed; after taking the drink, she sipped.

"What’s happening over there with Sui Yi?" Flower Demon expressed surprise,

"Crown Prince Yan isn’t dead yet," Li Luo replied calmly.

On this side, Sui Yi and Gu Sansi stood on top of a large hand, looking at the people lying in the ruins...

From Gong Jiu or Flower Demon’s perspective, Sui Yi in his white robe resembled more like a High Priest, his face indifferent, aura ethereal, vaguely misty and cloudy, making him more prominent in this doomsday ruin-like world.

Meanwhile, Gu Sansi, having merged with Cangwu, possessed a distinctly reflective aura; her eyes shimmered slightly like mercury. She was the only one not directly participating in the battle, only assisting Sui Yi from the sidelines, as she always said—she only answered to the High Priest.

Standing together, these two already represented half the glory of the Main World.

Crown Prince Yan indeed wasn’t dead yet.

His body was charred, the dark flames, the fiery red core, emitting a sharp burnt odor.

Like a scorched mummy.

Yet he was alive.

He saw Sui Yi and Gu Sansi standing side by side.

The murkiness in his eyes was so dense, it seemed as though a secret was ready to spill out.

"Who gave you your blood?"

Sui Yi pinpointed the crux.

Crown Prince Yan, like Jhiang Chenyu, was a recipient of this Black Blood, thus altering mortal life limits, achieving immortality.

However, Crown Prince Yan seemed not to hear the question, merely turning his face to gaze at the blue sky white clouds where the mist had cleared.

"You can’t kill me, nor force me to answer your questions."

As a Crown Prince, Crown Prince Yan wasn’t one to be easily deceived.

Sui Yi knew he couldn’t force him, only said, "The side effect on you is such that your physical form and appearance mutate, and you’ll lose your nature, succumb to beastly instincts. If that’s the case... Jhiang Chenyu is with Shura, I’m worried."

You’re worried, what’s it to him?

Gu Sansi slightly tilted her head towards Crown Prince Yan, seeing the change in his gaze on the charred face...

Her hands interlaced, resting below her abdomen.

"You’re worried too, aren’t you, Your Highness?"

Jhiang Chenyu was no ordinary person, representing a significant part of the Main World’s medical civilization, and had deep connections with the High Priest. Whether it was Sui Yi or Gu Sansi, neither would let her fall into Shura’s hands.

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