The phoenix bird's high-pitched cries soared into the clouds, its joyous sound reaching Nu Feng Mountain, filling Thunder Valley.
Ji An felt a golden sun rise within his Sea of Consciousness, radiating light and warmth.
The golden sun quickly faded and blurred, the warm afterglow dissipating swiftly, leaving him feeling comfortably warm.
Normally, the Sea of Consciousness is a place where cultivators store their souls, preferring the yin and disliking the yang, but there was no rejection of the Earth-Departing Flame Banner's rhythm, likely because of the blood sacrifice during its refining.
He quietly savored this moment of beauty, the corners of his mouth curling up, his eyes shining with smiles.
The crimson-golden phoenix bird dove down, shrinking continuously during its descent, and by the time it landed on his shoulder, it was only the size of a sparrow, with its tail feathers appearing even more long and beautiful, resembling a peacock displaying its tail.
