Sun Wukong and his companions were about to set off, continuing their journey forward.
Just at that moment, a Phoenix drenched in blood rose from the Mountain of Bones, its entire body emitting a sky-high resentment as it burned with black flames.
Its pair of pitch-black eyes stared at Sun Wukong and the others, filled with a desire to kill.
Sun Wukong and his companions exchanged glances, each seeing the shock in the others’ eyes.
Such a powerful aura this Phoenix has; it’s body has not decayed even after such a long period.
The blood that flowed was still a fresh red.
If it weren’t for the resentment that had seeped into it, someone might even think it was a living Phoenix.
"Son of the Primordial Phoenix,"
Great Emperor Ziwei said in a deep voice.
He saw through the identity of this Phoenix, recognizing it as the child of the Primordial Phoenix.
"Aren’t the children of the Primordial Phoenix just the Peacock and the Great Roc?"
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were both somewhat surprised.
The Great Roc had been killed, and the Peacock was at Mount Ling, taking on the title of Buddha Mother Peacock Great Ming King Bodhisattva.
They had never heard of the Primordial Phoenix having any other children.
Great Emperor Ziwei curled his lip, his cold laugh said, "Don’t mention those mongrels. The mighty Phoenix giving birth to a Peacock and a Great Roc, don’t you find it laughable? To talk about receiving the dual energies of heaven and earth, Yin and Yang is simply ridiculous."
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian’s hearts stirred; there was gossip to be had here.
Seeing the disdain on Great Emperor Ziwei’s face, it likely involved some unspeakable story about the Primordial Phoenix.
However, Great Emperor Ziwei only spoke to this point and said no more.
"These are just some romantic affairs from ancient times that are not worth mentioning. Back then, there were no concepts of ethics and morality, nor a sense of shame; anything they did was considered normal. However, the Son of the Phoenix I’m talking about is indeed the true bloodline of the Primordial Phoenix, a true Phoenix."
Great Emperor Ziwei, however, did not elaborate further, obviously maintaining a level of dignity, reluctant to delve into such romantic pursuits.
Seeing that Great Emperor Ziwei did not wish to reveal more, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were somewhat disappointed.
They were very interested to know.
The gossip about those Ancient Gods was certainly intriguing.
Unfortunately, Great Emperor Ziwei still had his principles and naturally did not want to talk too much about others’ gossip.
Glancing at both of them, Great Emperor Ziwei couldn’t help but feel a mix of laughter and tears.
He knew what they were thinking but couldn’t understand their curiosity.
His gaze returned to the Son of the Phoenix as Great Emperor Ziwei spoke seriously, "You’d better set aside your messy thoughts and see how we can deal with this fellow."
Sun Wukong disdainfully said, "That’s easy, just exterminate it."
"Indeed, even if this fellow was alive, he might not have been a match for the three of us, let alone now that he’s dead. If he dares to act up, we’ll make sure he can’t even be a demon spirit."
Yang Jian was bristling with killing intent.
Without waiting for the Son of the Phoenix to make a move, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian charged out.
One on the left and one on the right, they attacked the Son of the Phoenix.
Hearing how formidable Great Emperor Ziwei claimed it was, they were somewhat unconvinced and eager to weigh in themselves.
In the end, within a dozen or so breaths, the Son of the Phoenix was disassembled.
Even after death, its corpse had transformed into a demon spirit, which could be said to be extremely terrifying, possessing at least eighty percent of its strength from when it was alive.
But, the adversaries it faced were Sun Wukong and Yang Jian; even if it had been alive with all its power, it may not have been a match for the two of them, let alone now.
The Son of the Phoenix was shattered, its flesh scattered around the area.
Sun Wukong said with disdain.
Yang Jian commented, his face full of scorn.
It wasn’t that they looked down on everyone, but this Son of the Phoenix was indeed a bit too weak.
Great Emperor Ziwei was speechless.
This Son of the Phoenix had really fallen on hard times, having encountered these two.
If it were anyone else, the fate of the Son of the Phoenix might not have been so miserable.
But facing these two, each one was ferociously robust.
"Alright, in the end, they’ve passed away, so let’s not say too much. Let’s keep moving forward. I have a feeling that we’re about to find the resting place of Haotian,"
Great Emperor Ziwei said with a grave tone.
Hearing his words, both Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were invigorated; they were about to find the burial site of Haotian Great Emperor.
They were extremely eager to witness Haotian God.
Their opponent was the supreme sovereign from ancient legends, the highest deity who had truly ruled the Three Realms in his era.
Why Haotian God fell in the end is unknown to anyone, but it likely had something to do with The Three Pure Ones.
Between heaven and earth, only The Three Pure Ones could destroy a Divine Dynasty, especially one as mighty as the Divine Dynasty of Haotian God.
They journeyed on, crossing over mountains and lands shrouded in bones, to an extent that was terrifying.
After a considerable distance, they finally saw an enormous coffin.
The Bronze Coffin, vast and imposing, was suspended far away above the Vault of Heaven.
Ninety-nine Dragon Veins surrounded the Bronze Coffin, continuously breathing out Dragon Qi, nourishing it from above.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
Such an arrangement, such a lineup, could make even an inanimate object become spiritual and resurrect from the dead.
Moreover, it was Haotian God; even if it were only his corpse, after such a long period sustained by the ninety-nine Dragon Veins, it must have gained some spirit. Even if resurrection was not possible, a new life must have emerged, though it could never again be Haotian God.
"Why do I feel like there’s a great demon spirit lurking over there?"
Yang Jian suddenly spoke up.
Sun Wukong and Great Emperor Ziwei looked at each other, both having the same sensation.