The Last One of the Phoenix Clan, Responsible for Burning the Demon Abyss

In the Ten Thousand Demonic Abyss of Guixu in the South China Sea, on the night of the 300th year of Shangyuan, a girl from the Phoenix tribe in Zhenyuan picked up a wisp of demon soul that slipped through the net. He is half Phoenix blood, half demon, stuck in the crack and has lived for three hundred years without a name or surname. He only remembers that someone stuffed an ember of the Nirvana fire into his wound the night he had his heart cut out. She is the last natal feather of this generation in the Feng clan that can be burned. Every hundred years, she has to throw a cluster down to replenish the formation, which will shorten her life span by one month. The clan rules are clearly written: The phoenix is ​​not close to the devil, and those who are close to it will burn their hearts. But every time she turned around after finishing the cooking, there was always a bowl of lotus seed soup chilled at the bottom of the abyss on her desk - he couldn't cook, so the ice was condensed bit by bit with his devilish energy, and there was a small fire feather she dropped last time pressed at the bottom of the bowl. It wasn't until the Heavenly Clan came to collect the ninety-ninth cluster of tribute feathers that she understood: The "no tears" of the Feng Clan was not that the tears were too expensive, but that the burning was so intense that even the person crying had forgotten who it was.