The southern part of the South Border.
On the cliff, the chilly wind seemed to blow in from the depths below, faintly carrying a trace of bloodiness, sending chills down one’s spine.
“May the Great Wind Deity bless us with favorable weather next year.”
A group of villagers, led by a priest, knelt before a temple on the cliff, bowing their heads in worship.
Inside the temple stood a bronze statue, four feet tall, with a human face and bird body, its wings particularly large, as if a gentle flap could summon gale-force winds.
“Present the grand sacrificial offerings!”
A pair of young boys and girls, holding flower baskets, were pushed into the Great Wind Deity’s temple.
The light dimmed instantly, and the statue was shrouded in shadows.
Plop—
Scarlet splattered, the color identical to the bl**d dripping outside.
Han Zhen walked into the temple, couldn’t help but cover his nose, and frowned at the nearby human-faced monster bird.
“I have already taught you the method for refining bl**d Pills, haven’t I?”
“The taste of flesh is even more delicious.”
The human-faced monster bird gnawed on bones with a creak, revealing a chilling smile.
Han Zhen’s frown deepened. Once a symbol of the Great Shang, it now relished raw meat.
“The Celestial Jade Phoenix has a master.”
“Hmm?” The eyes of the human-faced monster bird lit up, its feathers standing on end in excitement as fierce gusts swept through the temple:
“Is the Imperial Tutor starting to complete the divine tree to awaken the True Phoenix?”
But Han Zhen’s next words froze its expression:
“It will be obtained by the human race.”
The human-faced monster bird fell into deep thought.
“Can the human race… contend for the Celestial Jade Phoenix?”
“Although that woman is of the human race, she possesses the bl**d Phoenix Body…” Han Zhen narrowed his eyes.
“Even so, how can she defeat the multitude of gods of the Ziduolo clan?”
“Not defeat, but exterminate.”
Han Zhen fell silent after speaking.
After a long while, he continued:
“My arm was severed by her, and she wasn’t alone…”
Han Zhen recounted everything that happened in the bl**d Phoenix Secret Realm.
In the end, his gaze burned brightly:
“She is still a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect. The path she is walking must be the one to gather the forms of a hundred birds.”
“Within a short time, relying solely on herself, she might be able to gather the Phoenix God, rendering your existence…”
“Meaningless!”
The human-faced monster bird’s bl**d-red eyes narrowed.
“Under no circumstances should she leave the South Border with the Celestial Jade Phoenix.” With those words, the human-faced monster bird flapped its wings, turning into a whirlwind soaring into the sky.
…
Floating Temple.
In the water clan’s cave, various demon kings and powerful monsters gathered unusually warmly.
These days, all races had experienced the benefits of the Celestial Divine Jade.
Gratitude was only part of it.
More importantly, these two young demons—one with True Dragon bl**d and the other with True Phoenix bl**d—who now wielded the divine jade, had a high chance of becoming leaders of the South Border demon race in the future.
At this moment, all the demons surrounded Ke Mo and Ying Bing.
To be precise, it was around Tian Jiao Xiao Li; Ying Bing sat coldly sipping tea, and the demons glanced at her without daring to approach.
“Our king will manage our people, strictly prohibiting defecation upstream of rivers, which affects the aquatic life environment.”
“The Great Peng Clan will share the Golden Peng Aura, providing accurate weather forecasts for everyone!”
“Our Purple Lightning Eel Clan… uh, we’ll try not to discharge electricity recklessly in the future.”
The demon kings were united and enthusiastic, their hearts glowing red.
Tian Jiao Xiao Li looked pleased, feeling it was time to say something:
“If there’s a lack of rain, you can come to the Ming Jiao Clan and request the appropriate amount of rainfall.”
“The South Border is our home; beauty depends on everyone!”
Hearing this, the demons clapped enthusiastically.
Actually, apart from the disaster beasts, most demons in the South Border didn’t like fighting.
Afterward, the South Border would likely become… more stable?
Although many problems remained unsolved, this was a good start.
—
King of South Border wouldn’t award me a commendation?
Little Li smiled slightly.
Isn’t this also an investment?
Clearing his throat, Li Mo asked seriously:
“Do you have any more suggestions or questions?”
“I do!”
Mambo raised his hand.
“Please go ahead.”
“I suggest the Supreme Heavenly Flood Dragon and the Qingluan Divine Maiden have a child soon!”
“Pfft…”
Li Mo was stunned for a moment, spraying out the tea he just drank.
“Yes, with True Dragon and True Phoenix bloodlines, their offspring would be incredibly powerful…”
“Don’t say it, you really shouldn’t say it. If they both hold the divine jade, it shows the divine jade recognizes them.”
“Sss… That makes sense!”
“Are they a good match?”
“If the divine jade has no objections, who are you to oppose?”
The demons exchanged glances, their eyes filled with wisdom and contemplation.
With such powerful bloodlines, their offspring would surely ascend to the heavens.
Li Mo: “…..”
Little Li never dreamed of this.
He hadn’t even experienced marriage proposals yet, and now he was facing pressure to have children.
From a group of demons.
Glancing at Ice Chunk, he saw the girl still quietly drinking tea, but her curled fingers betrayed her.
“So, are you all leaving?”
Tian Jiao Xiao Li forcefully said goodbye.
But the demon kings continued chatting enthusiastically as they left:
“With time, the unity of the True Dragon and True Phoenix will make even the Da Yu realm insignificant!”
“We should unite our demon race to grow stronger and create new glories!”
“You think what the True Dragon and True Phoenix bloodlines should be called—Phoenix Dragon or Dragon Phoenix?”
It seemed promoting children was a traditional practice among demons.
Perhaps it was because powerful demons found it difficult to bear offspring?
The value of Uncle Murong’s support kept increasing…
“Brother Li.”
Before Li Mo could finish packing, Murong Xiao called him, already sporting a monk’s scar on his head, indicating he had officially joined the Floating Temple.
“I’m also going to leave the South Border with the Floating Temple.”
“I didn’t anticipate this,” Li Mo said, somewhat embarrassed.
He originally thought Murong Xiao staying in the South Border would allow more meetings with his father, but the Floating Temple was moving.
“As long as there’s a connection, everywhere can be the Floating Temple.”
Li Mo laughed and looked at him: “You’ve barely started reading scriptures, yet you’re already spouting monk talk.”
Murong Xiao chuckled: “Master said the Floating Temple flies around, so maybe we’ll meet someday by luck.”
Then, he turned serious, lowering his voice:
“Brother Li, when you return to the Qingyuan Sect from the South Border, be extra cautious. Without the abbot, who knows what troubles might arise.”
“This item is for you; it was given to me by my master. You can instantly teleport to the temple whenever and wherever you are.”
He took out a string of prayer beads, with a faint wave similar to the Sumeru world, yet not entirely the same.
“If Master Heng Yuan gave it to me, wouldn’t you be punished if I give it to you?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t matter since my master can’t scold me anyway.”
“…..”
Li Mo looked at Murong Xiao’s solemn expression, paused, then accepted it.
“We don’t know when we’ll meet again.”
“I have a scripture I can’t understand, so I’ll give it to you.”
He took out a scroll from his sleeve.
“The Earth Store Sutra, Chapter One.”
