Feng Xun slept on his own sycamore tree. This tree was just an ordinary sycamore tree, but when Feng Xun was traveling around the ancient continent, he took a fancy to this ordinary tree and it happened to be a sycamore tree.
The so-called phoenix is not a phoenix.
So Feng Xun settled here.
Not wanting to have a war between the three tribes of Lich and Man, Feng Xun went to find an innate spiritual object and planned to unlock the wisdom of his beloved phoenix tree and then move it to his mansion. Unexpectedly, the war broke out among the three tribes, and a fire came from nowhere and burned down his phoenix tree.
Feng Xunqi passed away on the spot.
Times have changed, and the fate that was once formed returns again...
The phoenix is singing, on that high hill. The phoenix trees are growing, and the sun rises over there - "The Book of Songs, Daya, Volume A"
Intention: past and present lives