When the fires of retribution burned away my last phoenix bone, nine tiers of nirvana flames blossomed in the eternal icy abyss.
Those hypocrites who gouged out my spiritual root and slaughtered my clan never imagined that the moment the phoenix's true spirit awakened within the blood curse, I would tear apart the Heavenly Dao's fate chart with my own hands.
"Little phoenix, your pure yin energy is trembling." Chu Yunque's sword tip lifted my bloodstained veil. This carefree rogue, who always used Qinglong's reverse scales to pay for his wine, could actually see the phoenix flames of retribution surging within me.
We fought our way from the Nine Netherworlds to the thirty-third heaven. The day we trampled three hundred immortal sects, we discovered that the so-called millennium tribulation was nothing but a gluttonous feast for the one seated upon the altar. And Chu Yunque and I just happened to be the final two ancient sacrifices.
