I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 767 Bloodline Resonance, Father and Son Meet
Along the way, Xia Daoming personally arranged for the three mountain gates of the Qingyuan Sect to be properly set up.

Whether it's Thousand-Foot Mountain in Biyuan County, Ancient Mirage Dragon Tomb in Xuehu Ridge, or Xiaolang Mountain in Suiyuan Immortal Prefecture, each has its own foundation and its own pillars.

Even though it may take him many years to return after his journey south, with Yue Huang, Xing Yi, Xiao Bei, Cang Ze, Zhu Chixuan, Lu Ziying, Xiao Xuan and others in charge, the Qingyuan Sect is as stable as a rock and will not be shaken by his departure.

With this, the matter of the sects in the Desolate Immortal Realm was finally settled in his heart.

There are no more worries or concerns.

Crossing the ocean to the Southern Flame Immortal Realm is already an impending mission.

However, before actually setting off, Xia Daoming planned to make another trip to Xuan Yue Prefecture, Yan Yang Shang County—Lie Yao Mountain.

In that mountain, there still remains a section of withered fire sycamore wood.

More than two thousand years ago, his cultivation was still shallow, and he could only let the Fire Phoenix Tree secretly absorb the remaining life essence from the dead wood.

In the end, they took all the life essence from the core of the dead tree, leaving only a small amount of life essence on the periphery, and dared not touch it again.

Even if it is just a scattered essence of life on the periphery, it is still a remnant of the ancient innate divine tree, unique in the world.

Moreover, that piece of dead wood was originally a branch of the mother tree.

For the Fire Phoenix Tree, which has now risen from the ashes and been reborn, its value is far beyond that of ordinary natural treasures.

This trip to Mount Lieyao—

The essence of life must be extracted, and the withered wood itself must also be obtained.
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Outside Mount Lieyao, crimson clouds blanketed the sky.

From a distance, the entire mountain resembles a burning red sun, with fiery clouds surging at its summit and flames soaring into the sky.

Xia Daoming stood on the auspicious cloud, his brows slightly furrowed.

More than two thousand years ago, when he came here, although Lieyao Mountain was the ancestral home of the first demon race in Yanyang Shangjun, it was always heavily guarded. The area outside the mountain gate was deserted and solemn, and outsiders rarely dared to stay for long.

And today—

Outside the mountains, however, there was a bustling crowd.

Auspicious clouds stretched out in patches, intertwined with flames, and layers of ethereal light, demonic energy, and immortal essence overlapped in the air, like ten thousand fires returning to the mountain.

One after another, fiery cloud-like immortal ships came to a stop in the air, while fiery birds and spirit beasts flapped their wings and circled around.

Humans, demons, firebirds, and immortals of various races came and went in an endless stream.

What's even stranger is that these people all carry, to varying degrees, the bloodline of the Fire Phoenix, the Vermilion Bird, or even ancient fire birds.

Moreover, these visitors were accompanied by high-ranking True Immortals of the Tenth Rank or above, clearly indicating their noble status.

Some of them were even Golden Immortals.

"What is Lieyao Mountain doing? Is it holding some grand event?" Xia Daoming frowned slightly, a hint of doubt on his face.

As he pondered this, just as he was about to unleash his divine sense to investigate, his heart, which had transformed into the Crimson Heaven, suddenly trembled without warning, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

Xia Daoming subconsciously turned his head to look behind him, following that feeling.

On the horizon, a ball of flame transformed into the phantom of a fire phoenix, flapping its wings as it approached.

Above the phantom.

A young man stands against the wind.

His clothes were simple, and his demeanor was reserved.

The Twelve Realms of True Immortals.

He was accompanied only by an old woman.

His aura was deep and composed; he was also a True Immortal of the Twelve Assemblies.

His golden eyes flashed, and the moment he clearly saw the young man's face—Xia Daoming felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Those eyebrows, those expressions, were so much like mine, yet they also carried Yuwen Feng's aloofness and resilience.

As the young man on the phantom of the fire phoenix drew closer, Xia Daoming, who was usually calm and collected, couldn't help but feel his eyes redden, with glistening tears, and his lips trembling.

"This, how is this possible? I can feel a bloodline resonance with that young man! Could it be, could it be... he, he is my and Feng'er's son! She didn't die, she ascended to the Immortal Realm!"

Images flashed through Xia Daoming's mind involuntarily.

On the vast ocean, aboard a celestial ship, a woman with flowing long hair and an elegant and dignified demeanor, whose beautiful figure could not be concealed even by a loose white celestial robe.

He lay in her arms, covered in blood, and she wept as she wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In the underwater Canglang Palace, within the cave master's residence, the two faced each other honestly, their yin and yang merging.

He stepped out of the secret room, but the woman with whom he had once been passionate and intimate had vanished without a trace.

Tears silently streamed down his face without him even realizing it.

Feeling the saltiness between his lips and teeth, Xia Daoming suddenly realized that he was actually crying.

The phantom of the phoenix spread its wings and flew closer and closer to him.

Xia Daoming suddenly woke up, quickly wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and took the opportunity to suppress his Golden Immortal aura. Using the Mirage Dragon Transformation Technique, he not only changed his appearance but also disguised his cultivation level as the Twelfth Ascension Realm of True Immortal.

"Greetings, fellow immortals!"

Xia Daoming stepped forward and bowed to the phantom of the fire phoenix flying towards Mount Lieyao from afar.

The phantom of the fire phoenix hovered in the air.

The young man stood atop it and humbly returned the greeting: "Greetings, fellow immortal. May I ask what brings you to my presence?"

"It is like this, I am a rogue cultivator of the Fire Dao from the Suiyuan Immortal Continent. I have long heard of the great name of the Flame Sparrow Clan of Lieyao Mountain, and I have come here out of admiration, hoping to see if I have the opportunity to listen to the Great Dao of Fire."

However, we found that Mount Lieyao was unusually bustling with people today, so we stopped you to inquire about it. "Xia Daoming replied.

"I see. Normally, Mount Lieyao is rarely open to outsiders, let alone allowing them to listen to the Great Dao."

However, recently, the Flame Sparrow Clan Chief, Ancestor Chique, has attained the Great Dao of the True Realm. To demonstrate his benevolence and power, he will hold an altar to impart the Dao today and also hold a marriage contest for his beloved great-granddaughter.

All the twelve True Immortals with the bloodline of the Fire Phoenix, Vermilion Bird, or ancient firebird are qualified to come and listen to the Great Dao and participate in the marriage proposal.

"I wonder if you, fellow immortal, possess the bloodline of an ancient firebird? Otherwise, with your cultivation level, you would not only be qualified to listen to the Great Dao, but also to participate in the marriage contest!" the young man explained.

"Thank you for your enlightening words, fellow immortal. I happen to possess a small amount of Vermilion Bird bloodline." Xia Daoming bowed in thanks, then added, "I wonder if you've come here to listen to the Great Dao or to seek a marriage partner?"

"We've never met before, fellow immortal, aren't you asking a bit too many questions?" The old woman beside the young man's face darkened slightly, showing a hint of displeasure.

“It’s alright, it’s no secret!” The young man waved to the old woman, then turned to Xia Daoming with a smile and said, “To be honest, I’ve come here both to listen to the Great Dao and to find a spouse. If you also have the idea of ​​finding a spouse, we might have to have a little sparring session then.”

Upon hearing this, a subtle expression flashed across Xia Daoming's face. He then waved his hand and said, "Given my status and cultivation level, I'm already fortunate to have the opportunity to listen to the Great Dao. I dare not harbor any thoughts of seeking a marriage alliance."

The young man smiled and was about to speak again when he suddenly sensed something and looked up.

Fiery clouds rolled in the distant sky.

A clear, melodious phoenix cry tore through the sky.

Crimson flames swept across the sky.

The oppressive aura suddenly descended.

(End of this chapter)