After a long pause, Zhang Yu added softly, "Worrying over what we cannot change is a waste of strength. And right now… we need every bit we have."
Nantian Fengyu exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing the phoenix sigil on her forehead.
The Divine Phoenix's duty was clear—to ignite the final spark when the time came. To ensure Yun Lintian's transcendence, no matter the cost.
Her death was already written.
But whether it would be worthwhile…
That was the question that haunted her.
Yet Zhang Yu's words rang true.
She couldn't control the end.
Only her own actions.
Nantian Fengyu's fingers lingered on her phoenix sigil as Zhang Yu's words echoed in her mind. The weight of her inherited memories pressed down on her, and for a moment, she was no longer standing by the Misty Lake—she was back in the Southern Divine Phoenix Palace in the Azure World, facing the proud woman who had shaped her destiny.
