“Wu Xiang… wake up! This isn’t who you are!” Wu Tian’s voice rang out, trembling with urgency as he tried to pierce through the veil of darkness clouding his friend’s heart. “Stop pretending, Wu Tian! You’ve only ever seen me as a tool—something to fix or destroy when it no longer serves its purpose!” Darkness Wu Xiang’s reply was sharp, his tone laced with bitterness that echoed like steel scraping against stone. “I have never thought of you that way, Wu Xiang! You are my friend, my brother in spirit. How could I ever reduce you to a mere instrument?” Wu Tian’s words carried both desperation and sincerity, his chest tightening as he spoke. “Lies, Wu Tian! Every word from your mouth is a deception. I can’t trust you anymore!” Darkness Wu Xiang’s eyes glowed with a sinister light, his voice trembling with rage and sorrow. “I’ve never lied to you, Wu Xiang! Everything I’ve done has been for your sake—for the future that awaits you!” Wu Tian’s plea was heavy, his voice cracking u

“Attack, Qirin!” Tian Zhi commanded, her voice sharp and resolute as the blazing Phoenix of Red Phoenix surged forward, wings unfurling like molten banners across the sky. The Fire Phoenix beat its wings with a thunderous rhythm, each strike releasing torrents of living flame that cascaded toward Qirin. The air shimmered with unbearable heat, the battlefield cloaked in a haze of smoke and ash. Sparks hissed as they fell upon the scorched earth, filling the air with the acrid stench of burning soil. The flames wrapped around Qirin’s body, encasing him in a prison of fire. Tian Zhi’s heart clenched, her breath catching as she watched her companion swallowed by the inferno. “Hahaha… I thought your summon was formidable, but it seems its strength is nothing more than this! Fire Phoenix, finish off that wretched beast!” Red Phoenix’s laughter rang out, cruel and mocking, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. “Qirin… are you alright?” Tian Zhi’s voice trembled, her worry spilling into the

Wu Tian found himself trapped in a dire situation, his heart weighed down by the overwhelming transformation that had overtaken Wu Xiang. Once, there had been a glimmer of hope—Darkness Wu Xiang still carried fragments of his old self, fragments that Wu Tian could appeal to. But now, Wu Xiang’s body had twisted into something monstrous, resembling a demon, and the sight filled Wu Tian with dread and sorrow. “Wu Xiang! Wake up!” Wu Tian cried, his voice trembling as he stared at the grotesque changes in his friend’s form. The air around them was heavy, thick with the stench of burning qi and the metallic tang of blood. Shadows writhed across Wu Xiang’s body, his skin darkened, his eyes glowing with a crimson light that pierced through the haze. “I prefer the path of darkness, Wu Tian! My body feels stronger, my martial techniques more devastating than ever!” Demon Wu Xiang’s voice was guttural, resonating like thunder rolling across a stormy sky. His words carried both pride and me

The Demon Wu Xiang was formidable, his mastery of martial techniques born from the cultivation of darkness unmatched in its ferocity. Shadows seemed to cling to him, the air around his body rippling with a sinister energy that smelled faintly of scorched iron and bitter smoke. His presence alone made the night feel heavier, as though the stars themselves recoiled from his aura. “How about it, Wu Tian? Do you still insist on refusing to join the path of dark cultivation?” Wu Xiang’s voice was deep, resonant, carrying a strange echo that seemed to reverberate through the stones beneath their feet. Wu Tian faced him, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent, one whose strength seemed impossible to overcome. The hallucinations Wu Xiang had unleashed earlier had nearly driven him to madness, twisting his senses until reality itself had become a cruel mirage. His palms still tingled from the lingering poison of those illusions,

“What is your decision, Goddess of the Celestial Realm? The Thunder Phoenix has the power to obliterate the entire universe—it does not need to wait for the God of Destruction to bring ruin!” Red Phoenix’s voice was sharp, his tone laced with menace. His wings shimmered with crimson fire, casting a glow across the darkened sky. Sparks of lightning danced along his feathers, filling the air with the scent of ozone and the crackle of raw energy. “You know of the God of Destruction as well?” Tian Zhi’s voice was calm, though her eyes narrowed. The wind stirred her robes, carrying the faint fragrance of lotus blossoms from the distant Nirvana Bodhisattva valley. “Of course I know, Celestial Goddess! The power of the God of Destruction is essential to the Demon Cultivators who are striving to ascend their strength!” Red Phoenix’s words thundered, his aura pressing down like a storm. “Why do the Demon Cultivators crave Wu Xiang’s power so desperately? There are countless other forces