HPDBC Chapter 90 Dark Phoenix
Chapter 90 Dark Phoenix
"They're here!"
Xia Xue sensed more than a dozen zombies emerging and rushing towards her. Just as she was about to make a move, three golden orbs of light suddenly appeared beneath her. After the barrier disappeared, most of the zombies that had rushed towards her changed their targets and pounced on the three newly appeared people.
Xia Xue observed the three people's response with great interest, and her heart stirred when she saw Yang Rui.
"Observe the qi!"
As expected, Yang Rui's body emitted a seven-colored light.
"Seven-Colored Luck, Female Lead!"
A smile appeared on Xia Xue's face.
"Good luck."
Xia Xue no longer hid, using "Thousand Faces" to simulate a male voice, and spoke at the opportune moment:
"Interesting, someone actually barged in at this time."
……
In the dark, zombie-infested ancient tomb, while everyone was doing their best to deal with the zombies, a strange voice suddenly rang out from above.
The three men froze, their hair stood on end, and goosebumps instantly rose on their skin. Like startled rabbits, they instinctively shouted in the direction from which the sound came.
"Who?" *3
Hu Jiu and Fatty swiftly moved behind Yang Rui. The three of them leaned on each other, forming a defensive triangle, while simultaneously dealing with the surging zombies and looking up at the mysterious figure that had been floating above them.
The figure was tall and slender, dressed in a black robe with red lotus patterns and wearing a pure white mask. He stood in mid-air, his robe fluttering even without wind, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring aura.
……
As Yang Rui shouted "Who?" at Xia Xue, the system's voice finally rang in Xia Xue's mind.
"A cameo appearance in 'Phoenix 1: Tomb of Horror,' opening a treasure chest..."
"Max level bloodline: Nether Phoenix".
Current rank: Second rank.
"Second-Order Nether Phoenix: "
The Body of the Nether Phoenix: Immune to the negative effects of all Netherworld energies of Rank 2 and below, immune to Netherworld toxins of Rank 1 and below, and immune to all Netherworld mystical arts and spells of Rank 2 and below.
The Flame of the Netherworld: Absorbs Netherworld energy and transforms it into the Flame of the Netherworld within the Sea of Consciousness. The Flame of the Netherworld can subdue all Netherworld monsters of the second tier and below, and has a significant restraining effect on all Netherworld energies. Furthermore, Netherworld monsters burned to death by the Flame of the Netherworld will become nourishment to increase the Sea of Consciousness.
Flaw: The bloodline contains the lingering resentment of past Nether Phoenixes; a weak will can affect one's temperament and even cognition.
"Max level trait: Eliminate Regret".
A warm current flowed from the spine, through the heart, and into all parts of the body, finally concentrating at the center of the forehead.
"boom."
Like the creation of the world, after a deafening roar from the soul, a space of consciousness with a radius of sixty meters was opened up.
At the center of the sea of consciousness was a phoenix with long tail feathers, soaring through the air amidst dark blue flames.
All the mystical arts and supernatural abilities I had previously acquired were transformed into concrete images and entered my sea of consciousness.
The bronze mirror, representing the tracing of origins, continuously reflects scenes that have been traced back to their source.
The ears, representing the superpower of mind reading, constantly echoed from deep within the ear canal the thoughts of people they had heard before.
A transparent hand, representing psychic abilities, floats atop a red lotus throne emitting black flames.
The mask representing "Thousand Faces" constantly changes its appearance; the glasses representing divination shimmer with ever-changing light; the compass representing feng shui; the white paper representing the wondrous method of controlling paper; and the multifaceted crystal representing teleportation.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, faint dragon roars could be heard. In the very center of the sea of consciousness, deep within the gray mist, a small island could be vaguely seen. At the center of the island grew a large tree that almost covered the entire island. Under the tree, a small clay figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged.
Xia Xue stared intently and could vaguely see that the clay figure's eyes were blinking, its mouth was opening and closing, its heart was beating, and it was holding a stone ball that seemed to come alive and kept spinning around its palm.
When Xia Xue tried to look again, her sea of consciousness was once again shrouded in gray mist, leaving only the phoenix carrying dark blue flames flying high in the sky.
The image representing mystical abilities appeared and disappeared in the thin mist below the phoenix, and below that was a thick, invisible gray fog, like a calm sea, which concealed everything else.
As Xia Xue merged with the Nether Phoenix bloodline and opened her sea of consciousness, a three-zhang-long black phoenix phantom appeared around her. Her robes fluttered without wind, and waves of black spiritual energy slowly spread outwards. All the zombies affected by the black spiritual energy waves instantly froze in place like startled little animals. At this moment, the entire tomb seemed to have been paused, and the world seemed to freeze at this moment.
"The radius has increased again."
Xia Xue slowly opened her eyes, and a spiritual consciousness with a radius of sixty meters slowly unfolded. Compared with mental power, it was like turning from a black and white TV into a color TV. The world she explored seemed to become more lively and vivid, no longer as rigid and dogmatic as before.
A sudden realization dawned on Xia Xue's mind.
"Perhaps the biggest gain this time is actually the sea of consciousness that was opened up along the way."
……
The fat man swallowed hard, glanced around at the zombies who seemed to be frozen in place, and nervously whispered, "Brother Hu, Sister Yang, what's going on?"
Hu Jiu glanced at Xia Xue's black robe with red lotus patterns with a look of apprehension.
"That's the elder's robe of the Netherfire. This gentleman must be an elder of the Netherfire."
Upon hearing this, the fat man's eyes widened in disbelief. "Then it's Netherfire, one of the legendary five giants of the dark world? My god, that aura is terrifying! Wasn't it rumored that Netherfire was the weakest of the five giants? How can even a random elder be this powerful? How strong must the other four giants be?"
Yang Rui shook her head slightly and transmitted her voice, "It wasn't an elder of Netherfire. I just received intelligence before I came that Netherfire was destroyed by a mysterious force. If Netherfire were that strong, it wouldn't have been able to be destroyed."
Hu Jiu glanced at Yang Rui in surprise. He had long guessed that Yang Rui was no ordinary heiress, but he didn't expect that she was also a member of the Xuanxiu faction. Her information about the dark world was even more advanced than his own, a half-black, half-white, declining Xuanxiu.
The fat man averted his gaze in fright, trembling as he said, "What?! The Netherfire was extinguished? Are you kidding me? He was wearing the Netherfire's elder's robes. If he wasn't one of the Netherfire's people, then who was he? Or was he the one who destroyed the Netherfire?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Jiu and Yang Rui exchanged a glance, and a guess formed in their minds.
Seeing the expressions on their faces, the fat man immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed in surprise via telepathy, "No way, you really think he's the mysterious person who extinguished the Netherfire?"
"Very likely!" *2
Hu Jiu and Yang Rui nodded slightly at the same time, their eyes glancing at Xia Xue, whose aura was becoming increasingly powerful, their gazes growing more resolute.
"Only a powerful figure like him could uproot Netherfire, one of the five giants of the dark world, overnight."