Seven hundred years ago, the last phoenix in the world, the spiritual king of the elves, died due to the erosion of the curse marks in order to purify the spiritual veins of the mountains and rivers. He had the chance to use phoenix fire to cast off his bones and regenerate him, but he exhausted all his energy to save a spiritual practitioner, and later died together with the evil black dragon, ending his life.
Spiritual King Qi Yun is proud of his bones made of snow, his blood made of frost, his face like a lotus under the moon in a cold pond, his majestic and inviolable spirit, the only person who is close to him is willing to turn the frost and snow.
It's a pity that in this life, I couldn't get what I asked for. In the end, I got what I wanted when I died in his arms. Ye Chen... "The phoenix fire you want, I'll give it to you." I thought about telling Ye Chen the last words buried in my heart, but when I said it, it turned into giving. It hasn't always been like this, why bother getting entangled in the end...
Qi Yun closed his eyes, seeing how Ye Chen screamed in sadness and shed tears of heartache until he finally hugged his body and screamed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes again.
Qi Yun only hoped that the battle with the black dragon would really shatter his soul. It would be best not to leave even a trace of soul consciousness behind. It would be good to die cleanly.
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Seven hundred years later, the phoenix tree among the elves suddenly bloomed again. The blood-red phoenix petals floated all over the mountain and spread on the ground of the elves. This was the day when the Spirit King was born...
Intention: All things are often seen as false.