Primordial Era: Reborn as Zhen Yuanzi, taking control of the underground passage

Chapter 205 Kong Xuan, The Secret of the Birth of the Golden-Winged Roc

Just as he was gazing at the two phoenix eggs.

A woman's voice, extremely faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet carrying supreme nobility and an indescribable weariness.

From all directions of this fiery world, or more precisely, from the very source of that immortal volcano, a slow, resounding voice echoed: "Zhen Yuanzi—Fellow Daoist—you—have finally arrived—"

It's Yuan Feng's voice!

But it was completely different from the clear, proud, and kingly voice that commanded all birds when he discussed the Dao in the past.

At this moment, her voice was weak, even carrying a hollow quality that seemed to blend into the entire immortal volcano.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanfeng." Zhen Yuanzi cupped his hands, his gaze still fixed on the two eggs, his tone calm.

"This humble Taoist has come as promised. But I wonder what state you are in now? These two eggs—"

The weak voice paused for a moment, as if gathering strength, then slowly spoke with endless bitterness and a hint of self-mockery: "What you see, fellow Daoist, is my current state."

"On that day, I swore an oath to the heavens to forever guard this mountain. My original intention was to atone for my sins with my crippled body and protect the survival of my people."

One's own consciousness should have succumbed to oblivion, decaying along with the volcano—however, perhaps Heaven still offered a sliver of hope, or perhaps—

The calamity is not over yet —

"My consciousness was unexpectedly awakened by the purifying and calming power contained in the piece of bitter bamboo that I had exchanged with a fellow Daoist in the past."

Bitter bamboo? Zhen Yuanzi's heart stirred, recalling his past discussion with Yuan Feng, where he had indeed exchanged a section of bitter bamboo for the Southern Flame Banner.

Unexpectedly, this item played a role when Yuan Feng's consciousness was subdued.

Yuan Feng continued, her tone tinged with resentment and determination: "Now that my consciousness has awakened, I realize that I am bound to the volcano, like a prisoner, never to be free—I am unwilling to accept this!"

Thus—we took a risky gamble, intending to borrow the supreme divine power of our Phoenix Clan—Nirvana—to try and see if we could be reborn from annihilation and break free from this shackle of fate—”

Zhen Yuanzi was also shaken upon hearing this. Yuan Feng's actions were practically a challenge to the oath of Heaven!

His courage was immense, but the risks involved were immeasurable.

"However—the Way of Heaven is indeed unfathomable and cannot be easily defied—"

Yuan Feng's voice trembled slightly, as if she were recalling some great terror.

"The process of Nirvana—an incomprehensible change occurred—the innate five elements and innate yin and yang energies that permeated the depths of the volcano and originated before the creation of the world."

Driven by the power of my Nirvana, it uncontrollably surged into my Nirvana body—”

"The result—you've seen it too, fellow Daoist." Yuan Feng's voice was filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

It contains maternal tenderness, helplessness in the face of fate, and deep anxiety.

"My Nirvana—failed. I failed to reshape myself, but instead—instead gave birth to them—these two eggs, born from the power of my Nirvana and the innate five elements and yin and yang."

"They—though not born of my traditional bloodline, were born from my power of rebirth and my primordial aura."

Bearing part of my imprint and Daoist essence—from the perspective of cause and effect, from the origin—they are my descendants.

At this point, Yuan Feng's voice suddenly became urgent and earnest: "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi! I am well aware of my own condition. I am completely bound to the Undying Volcano, and my consciousness will gradually be worn away and dissipated with the power of suppression. I will have no time to care about anything else."

These two children possess unparalleled talent, yet they were born in this land ravaged by calamity, burdened with the remnants of the Phoenix Clan's karma. Without protection and guidance, they may perish young, fall prey to villains, or descend into the demonic path.

"I—I beg you, fellow Daoist!" Yuan Feng's voice carried an almost pleading tone.

"I hope that fellow Daoists will remember our past discussions on the Dao, and remember that they are also rare beings in the primordial world, and take them away!"

Whether they are taken in as disciples or kept as guardian spirit beasts at the mountain gate, the only wish is to keep them away from the karmic entanglements of this place.

"To have found a peaceful haven, to grow up safely, and to forge their own paths in the future—I, Yuan Feng, am eternally grateful. Even if my consciousness were to fade into oblivion, I would have no regrets!"

As the words fell, the entire core of the immortal volcano seemed to be filled with a sense of solemnity and a mother's final prayer.

Zhen Yuanzi listened quietly, his heart filled with countless emotions.

The emperor who once ruled the skies has fallen to such a state, and for the sake of his offspring's future, he is willing to abandon all his pride.

He bowed his head and pleaded with an "outsider." He could feel the deep longing and reluctance contained in Yuan Feng's consciousness, which was about to completely dissipate.

His gaze fell once again on the two shimmering eggs.

Kong Xuan and the Golden-Winged Roc were both exceptionally talented individuals who would later stir up storms and create great upheavals.

Its deep roots and enormous potential truly make it a top-tier product.

If the lineage of Wanshou Mountain can be introduced and properly instructed, it will be a great help in the future, greatly enhancing the foundation and strength of Wuzhuang Temple.

Moreover, protecting them is also an act of accumulating merit in accordance with the will of Heaven, and it can also help to form a good relationship with the remaining fortune of the Phoenix Clan.

From both a public and private perspective, this is an extremely worthwhile "transaction".

After a moment of contemplation, Zhen Yuanzi looked up at the ethereal flames, as if meeting the gaze of Yuan Feng's fading consciousness, and solemnly said, "Fellow Daoist Yuan Feng, rest assured. I will take these two children with me."

Once you enter my Longevity Mountain, you become my disciple.

I dare not presume to say what kind of beings I can cultivate them into, but I will certainly teach them carefully, guide them toward the Way, and protect them completely.

I will not let them be bound by karma, nor harmed by evil. As long as I live, no one can bully them.

He didn't promise them domination of the primordial world, but only promised protection and guidance, which made him seem even more sincere.

In the void, Yuan Feng's faint aura fluctuated noticeably, and a relieved and grateful thought emanated from her: "Thank you—fellow Daoist—this kindness—I will remember it—"

That will grew weaker and weaker, until finally, like a candle flame that had burned out, it completely dissipated into the eternal flames and suppressing Daoist aura of the immortal volcano.

Yuan Feng's initiative has thus fallen silent, and perhaps it will eventually be completely integrated into the volcano, becoming part of its eternal will to suppress.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed inwardly and made no further hesitation.

With a flick of his sleeve, the mysterious and powerful energy of the Earth Book surged forth, transforming into two gentle, luminous palms.

They carefully lifted up the two giant eggs that contained the innate five elements and the innate yin and yang essence.

The egg's body shimmered slightly, seemingly not repelled by Zhen Yuanzi's profound and peaceful earthy aura.

He slowly placed the two eggs into the vast space inside the Earth Book.

They found a place with abundant spiritual energy and relatively peaceful laws to settle them down, and used the power of the Earth Book to set up a nurturing formation to ensure that they could continue to absorb spiritual energy steadily and grow.

Having done all this, Zhen Yuanzi took one last look at the now-dormant core of the immortal volcano, nodded slightly to the void, as a final farewell to the former emperor.

Then, he turned around, transforming into a streak of light, and silently left this eternal fiery inferno, retracing his steps.

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