The Phoenix Clan's Hidden Realm
In ancient tis, the Phoenix ancestors used their imnse power to create this sanctuary, providing a safe haven for future generations of the Phoenix Clan.
As ti passed, the strength of the Phoenix Clan waned, and their dominance was no longer what it once was.
Eventually, the Phoenix Clan, no longer wishing to interact with the outside world, retreated into the Hidden Realm. They rarely left, unless absolutely necessary.
But today, as many Pale Phoenixes looked up, they suddenly noticed a strange distortion in the sky.
From the twisted space, a golden scroll shot out and fell into the Phoenix Clan's domain.
"Sothing that can break through our sanctuary's defenses—what on earth is this?"
Many Pale Phoenixes panicked, rushing forward in an attempt to stop the golden scroll from falling.
But just then, accompanied by a lodious cry, like the sound of a piccolo, a radiant figure bathed in flas, with wings shimring in a dazzling array of colors, soared from the depths of the Phoenix Clan.
The intense flas wrapped around the Golden Silk Bamboo Scroll, suspending it in mid-air.
In an instant, the air grew scorching hot, as the flas burned fiercely.
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Since ancient tis, the Phoenix Clan's bloodline had beco less pure.
Most of the descendants now had white feathers, with other colors being extrely rare.
Because of this, these descendants were often referred to as Pale Phoenixes.
But the Phoenix bathed in flas was different.
With its head held high, its vibrant, multicolored wings spread wide. Each flap sent waves of heat rippling through the air.
It exuded an aura of majesty, tinged with an ancient, divine presence.
For a mont, the previously startled Pale Phoenixes fell silent, standing guard nearby.
This was because the Phoenix before them, the one who had inherited the purest bloodline, was none other than the current leader of the Phoenix Clan—Solara.
The flas swirled around her, forming a fiery whirlwind.
And within this storm, her majestic, rainbow-feathered Phoenix form gradually transford into that of a human.
Though she was over four hundred years old, the human form Solara took on was that of a girl around fifteen or sixteen.
However, the crimson mark between her brows, shaped like a Phoenix's quill arrow, gave her an air of divinity.
"The Golden Silk Bamboo Scroll?
Is this... an invitation from Goddess Sylvia?"
As she opened the scroll, a hint of surprise crossed her face.
"Matriarch, do you know where this scroll ca from?" A few Pale Phoenixes hurried over, asking curiously.
After all, the Phoenix Clan had little contact with the outside world, and Solara herself rarely left the sanctuary.
"Yes, I've co across her before, by chance.
And I have to admit, that human goddess has a unique presence. Even I can't help but feel a bit of admiration for her. But..." Solara nodded slightly, her gaze returning to the contents of the scroll.
This Golden Silk Bamboo Scroll, which had flown into the Phoenix Clan, seed different from others.
Not only had it broken through space to enter the sanctuary, but at the bottom of the invitation, Solara saw a handwritten note from Sylvia herself:
"Before the wedding, I will visit the Phoenix Clan's Hidden Realm."
"Goddess Sylvia wants to visit the Phoenix Clan?" Even Solara was a bit taken aback.
For so many years, the Phoenix Clan had avoided contact with human practitioners, and very few had ever ventured into their realm.
But there was one exception...
Though the Phoenix Clan rarely interacted with the outside world and was generally unwelcoming to outsiders, they had never abolished one ancient tradition left by their ancestors.
That tradition was the Celestial Feathered Gown.
There was once a tale, almost like a fairytale, that circulated among humans.
It was said that if true love could pass the trials of the Phoenix Clan's Hidden Realm, a feather would fall from every Phoenix, forming a one-of-a-kind garnt.
That garnt was called the Celestial Feathered Gown.
The woman who wore the Celestial Feathered Gown would be recognized as having a love so pure and sincere that even the heavens would acknowledge it.
Many people didn't know that this legend wasn't just a myth.
But as ti passed, not only did humans gradually forget the tale, but even the Phoenix Clan began to forget it as well.
According to the words passed down from their ancestors, it was said that in ancient tis, there had indeed been a couple who successfully passed the trials of the Phoenix Clan and were rewarded with the Celestial Feathered Gown, woven from the feathers of the Phoenixes.
However, to this day, no Phoenix had ever witnessed such an event firsthand.
Since her birth, Solara had seen many people, drawn by the legend, co to the Phoenix Clan in search of the Celestial Feathered Gown.
But without exception, the love between these humans always seed insignificant when tested by the Phoenix Clan's trials.
Not only did they fail to obtain the Celestial Feathered Gown, but many of their fragile relationships crumbled easily under the pressure of the trials.
Solara, along with the other Phoenixes of the clan, had begun to doubt whether the Celestial Feathered Gown could even be claid at all.
Or perhaps, they thought, human love was nothing more than a shallow facade, easily shattered when put to the test.
But what she hadn't expected was that Goddess Sylvia, a human, would also plan to co to the Phoenix Clan.
Once, by chance, Solara had left the Phoenix Clan's Hidden Realm and traveled to the continent of Elant.
From a distance, she had caught a glimpse of the fad and highly respected Goddess Sylvia. Even from afar, Solara could sense an aura of aloofness and pride emanating from the Holy Emperor who accompanied Sylvia—an aura Solara had never experienced before.
Though it was only a brief encounter, Solara, who had always been reluctant to interact with humans, found herself deeply impressed by the goddess. There was even a hint of admiration she couldn't quite explain.
But even so...
"Matriarch, do you think this Goddess Sylvia could actually obtain the Celestial Feathered Gown?" a curious Pale Phoenix, its feathers pure white, asked, noticing that Solara seed to have a different feeling about Sylvia.
"I don't think so," Solara quickly shook her head. "So many human practitioners have co before, and without exception, they've all failed. We've all seen it with our own eyes, haven't we?"
"That's true. Maybe humans, as a species, are just too deceitful to ever experience true love. Or maybe the Celestial Feathered Gown is nothing more than a beautiful, unattainable myth…"
Countless white Pale Phoenixes circled slowly around Solara.
As the ho of the Phoenix Clan, the Hidden Realm always seed to be this peaceful and serene.
Every Phoenix had heard the beautiful legend since they were young, and many had once imagined the mont when their own feathers would gather together to form the perfect Celestial Feathered Gown.
But as they grew older, and as ti passed, they had long since forgotten that innocent and fantastical dream.
Crack.
Suddenly, a brilliant light burst forth in the sky above the Phoenix Clan. From a distant corner of the heavens, two overwhelming presences began to erge from the distorted space.
The two figures were unmistakably Holy Emperor-level human powerhouses!
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