Chapter 561: Fire Fire

Chapter 561: Fire Fire

Life. Death. Life. Death.

Fire.

The world burned. No. The world was burning. The entire world was composed of nothing but fire, and burning, and fire. She opened her eyes to flames, and screamed.

Or tried to. The second her mouth opened, the flames rushed inside. They burned up her tongue, seared her lips, ignited her cheeks, shot down her throat and incinerated her vocal cords. Everything burned to ash.

And healed. In the next second, everything grew back. Her tongue, her lips, her cheeks, her throat, everything returned. She managed to scream for a second before they burned again, only to rush back again.

A precious moment of silence.

The voices began once more. Shouting. Screaming. Some simply chirped or cried out, so far gone that only animal instincts remained. In the midst of her anguish, they mocked her, screamed at her, cursed her name. She had nothing to say in return. They were right.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Too far. Too many. Eating one had been a risk. But the power, the power it brought her! She instantly smashed through the barriers, ascending directly to the next realm. Another, another. With each realm, she needed more phoenixes. More. But there were only so many.

On the verge of Immortal ascension, she searched the entire land, scouring it for the last of the phoenixes. A hundred. Two hundred. Immortal ascension hovered before her eyes, a hairs breadth from her reach, and yet, impossible to grasp. One more phoenix. Surely, if she ate one more phoenix!

She burned. She burned, but she suppressed it. One phoenix remained. The phoenix king, the last phoenix standing. She cornered him and defeated him. He cursed her as he died. And as he died, she lit on fire.

Her disciple tried to save her. Tried desperately, tried everything. In her pain, she went mad, and she crashed across the realm, burning up anything she encountered. The land around her burned, the mountains singing to ash, the trees snapping and cracking like kindling. Cultivators came to stop her. Her disciple tried to warn them away, but they wouldnt stop. They attacked, striking her with all their power.

They, too, burned. She burned. Everything burned. Even her disciple. Though he never abandoned her, neither could he approach. She thrashed madly, her world nothing but pain, unable to fight, unable to stop burning, unable to think, and he still remained at her side.

The land around her became an ashen wasteland. As far as the eye could see, only ashes remained. Her flames flattened all the mountains, leveled all the sects and towns. She stood alone, her, the ashes, and her faithful disciple. Occasionally, a hero would appear and challenge her, but it always ended the same. With ash, and fire.

Until one day. A man. An orthodox cultivator with long black hair and white robes, eyes flashing, a sword in one hand and a crow on his shoulder.

Ah! Its Fen Long!

Pay no mind, no mind. Elder Sister, now that theres less pain, perhaps you should cultivate?

Her brows furrowed, but a moment later, she shook her head. The voice has a point. I havent been able to focus enough to cultivate in ages. Now that I have the chance, I would be remiss not to take it.

Yes, yes. Please hurry. Ive taken on your pain, but I cant extend your lifespan. Only Elder Sister can accomplish that.

Who are you? she asked. The words faltered on her tongue as the fire continued to burn her. Only the pain had lessened, after all. The fire still burned her, and her body still shivered, incinerated one moment, only to grow back the next.

Consider me an assistant. Im acquainted with your disciple, Han Qin.

Han Qin? Ah is that the name hes going by nowadays? she murmured, half to herself.

Ah, yes. He was trying to find you, Senior. Trying to release you.

My foolish disciple he should have abandoned me long ago. I would hate if he abandoned his own cultivation in attempting to release me, when Im already so far gone.

Mmm, well hes on the verge of Immortal ascension. I think hes repressing his ascension by means of a hidden realm and some kind of treasured throne.

She chuckled. Good. I hope he didnt hold back his ascension for me.

Er, I think he did, the voice replied nervously.

Foolish, she murmured. Her eyes shut. She focused her energy inward.

Ah, Senior! Before you meditate whats your name?

Huo Fenghuang is what Ive been called, for as long as I can remember. And you?

Youyou can call me Xiao Hui!