Chapter 599: Chapter 535: The 8th Step “Person of Reincarnation
Even though the power of the flas was sealed, the Phoenix’s wings still dazzled like fire, an existence that had symbolized immortality and rebirth since ancient tis.
The air around Chris was perated with an unprecedented breath of death, heavy and oppressive as if even the light was being devoured by this force.
That was the potent “Burier Breath.”
The leader of the Last Blood, “Phoenix,” felt this breath erode its fiery feathered form, and its feathers began to tremble slightly, their glow no longer as blinding as before.
This was an unprecedented challenge in the Phoenix’s long life, the scent of death like invisible shackles, gradually binding its freedom and power.
Still, his gaze burned with an unyielding fla, a scorn for death.
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The Witch Sect that worshipped the Witch of Demise was called “Last Blood” because the highest-ranking few leaders all held a drop of the Witch of Demise’s blood, and “Phoenix” had defeated all the other highest leaders to obtain all the “Last Blood.”
Then, through the imnse power of the Last Blood, he had successfully reached Heavenly Enlightennt. Now, the “Phoenix” eagerly sought the final witch’s soul shard and container… which was Hecate Fischer.
As long as he could obtain her, he could resurrect the Witch of Demise revered by the Last Blood!
Or perhaps… usurp and gain that imnse power!
At that mont, a figure slowly stepped into this domain enveloped by death—it was “Death God.”
With every step, Chris walked to the rhythm of death, his gaze fixed on the “Phoenix” with an inspection transcending life and death.
A flash of cold light cut through the night sky, striking directly at the Phoenix’s heart.
This strike, not even the Phoenix with its power of rebirth, could fully resist; its body was torn apart in an instant by an irresistible force, its life and soul’s flas gradually extinguished, as if even the soul was being sucked into endless nothingness.
However, just as despair and darkness peaked, a miracle occurred.
The body of the “Phoenix” began to emit a faint glow; the light shifted from dark to bright, gradually converging into a fierce fla of the soul.
From the ashes, the soul’s fla ignited, and the Phoenix’s silhouette reappeared, its feathers even more vivid and dazzling, each flap accompanied by the power and hope of rebirth.
Rebirth was not just a physical resurgence but also an elevation of the soul and spirit!
The “Phoenix” soared high, flying through the clouds of death, as if it had beco immortal.
Yet, it had already used the “undying body.”
If so, the ability to “rebirth through the soul’s fla” could also be seen through by “Omnipotent Vision”!
Yes, the greatness of the Omnipotent Vision lay in that it could see through almost any power and then seal it, causing it to vanish into nothingness.
“What?”
Just as the “Phoenix” was ready to soar once more in its newly reborn splendor, Chris had already unleashed an indescribable force again, this power like invisible chains tightly coiled around the Phoenix’s resurging fla of the soul and the immortal force it represented.
The “Phoenix” felt an unprecedented fear and astonishnt, as it found the life force and Soul Power within being rapidly drained, the mysterious power that had led to its countless rebirths was now as if imprisoned, unable to move.
“This is impossible! Could it be one of the single-digit Forbidden rare artifacts; no, how could you possibly activate a single-digit Forbidden rare artifact consecutively?”
Its soul’s fla feathers began to dim, the light fading away as if even the essence of its existence was being stripped.
The “Phoenix” uttered a mournful cry, realizing for the first ti that even at the tier of Heavenly Enlightennt, there existed a power that could break its undying body, casting its life into eternal silence.
Chris watched indifferently as it all unfolded, his face void of any triumph, the light of Omnipotent Vision gradually receding, while the once undying “Phoenix” now lay as an ordinary bird, stripped of its proud immortal force, fallen in the dust of the Netherworld.
Yet, he quickly regained his composure.
For nearly a thousand years, as the leader of the Last Blood, he had lost count of how many tis he had been trapped in dire straits, and had long been used to thinking calmly at the most critical and terrifying monts.
Unfortunately, the only way to break free from the crisis with the Forbidden rare artifact he possessed…
“Save , and by helping , you’re helping yourselves, don’t abandon at a ti like this.”
The “Phoenix” imdiately sought help.
Emperor of Lorne seed to sense sothing and looked up into the sky, then suddenly vanished without a trace, his destination unknown.
But Chris could sense that he hadn’t just run away but was preparing sothing in secret, perhaps a Ritual Spell that required ti to cast.
There was no doubt that the feeling of threat he could sense intuitively was gradually increasing.
“Although I don’t want to save a heretic like you, I must admit, your power is necessary for the ti being,” the Child of the Sun God said calmly.
At that mont, the Child of the Sun God and the Erald Elf Ancestor imdiately responded.
They were also very clear that they couldn’t let Chris defeat them one by one. A temporary alliance was still an alliance, and internal strife could not be allowed.
Just as the Saint of Sun attempted to dispel the shroud of death with his scorching radiance and the Natural Erald Elf called upon the vibrant green vitality of the earth’s power, intending to joint hands to halt the rciless march of the “Death God,” a sudden and unexpected incident disrupted the standoff of powers.
Hecate Fischer’s witch.
The figure, cloaked in a night cape that seed to twinkle with the light of constellations, quietly descended upon the battlefield.
Her arrival was like the brightest teor in the night sky, both mysterious and awe-inspiring.
“Step back.”
As everyone looked on in astonishnt, the witch parted her crimson lips and chanted an ancient and mysterious Spell.
With the echoes of the Spell, a strong force emanated from Hecate’s hands, transforming into a spiraling silver halo, instantly enveloping both the Child of the Sun God and the Erald Elf Ancestor.
Within the halo, ti seed to flow backward. The brilliance of Sun’s Son began to fade, as if the sunset was sinking below the horizon, and his power was slowly stripped away, returning to its original tranquility.
The verdant essence of the Erald Elf Ancestor also began to recede, as the earth’s power seed to be swept by the autumn wind, with all signs of vitality returning to stillness, her abilities likewise reversed to an unawakened state.
They were as if their powers dropped from Heavenly Enlightennt to Beginning Level in an instant… yet quickly escalated to Transmutation Level, followed by Monarch Level.
Amidst their astonishnt, both soon realized that although their abilities were indeed reverted to a primitive state, it wouldn’t be forever; they would recover shortly.
The witch gave a faint smile, a smile containing confidence in the Power of Reincarnation, and said in a soft voice,
“Under the laws of Reincarnation, all powers have a beginning and an end, and after the pinnacle of power, it’s very likely to revert to its original form…”
At this mont, Hecate had still reached the Eighth Tier of the Path of Revelation.
“The Man of Destiny.”
The Seventh Tier is nad the “Wanderer,” able to let one’s fate wander across different parallel lines, changing and unaffected by curses, assaults, and prophetic scrutiny on various planes of fate.
But the powerful force owned by the “Man of Destiny” from the Eighth Tier of Path of Revelation lies in causing “Reincarnation” changes in the states of things as well as beings!
At this ti, Chris’s weapon was swung with extraordinary resolution, and the “Phoenix” felt an unprecedented crisis.
It struggled with all its might to display its power of rebirth again, but under the continued influence of “Omnipotent Vision,” this ti, its flas seed to lack their forr vitality, unable to rise from the ashes as effortlessly as before.
Finally, as the “Death God’s” judgnt fell, the brilliant flas were utterly extinguished, its body transford into specks of starlight, dissipating into the void.
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