My equipment is designed for cultivation; I started by slaughtering my way through a small world.

Chapter 189 Celebration, Change of Heaven and Earth

The bell tolled nine times, its sound shaking the heavens.

All the cultivators in Phoenix City looked toward the canopy of the Phoenix Perching Wutong tree, where the sound of bells came from the Phoenix Palace.

The number of living beings and cultivators in Phoenix City is greater than the population of capital cities on other continents; it is the center of the Fiery Extreme Continent.

All cultivators revere the Phoenix Palace.

As the bell tolled, the clouds and mist surrounding the Phoenix Tree suddenly rippled with gold, and the Phoenix Palace proactively removed its disguise array barrier.

Like lifting a maiden's veil, many cultivators saw the full view of the Phoenix-Perching Wutong Tree for the first time.

Immediately afterwards, everyone held their breath.

His eyes were fixed on the Phoenix Tree, a primordial spiritual root that had existed since the birth of this plane.

Time goes by.

The phoenix-shaped parasol tree of today has roots that have penetrated deep into the earth, standing here since the beginning of time. Its trunk pierces the sky, and its crown is hidden in the clouds, with no end in sight.

Everyone looked up, their gaze piercing through layers of flowing mist, only to see dense, intertwined branches, like a giant net woven across the sky.

Each branch is as thick as a mountain ridge, and each leaf radiates a faint, undying spiritual light.

A gentle breeze rustled through the branches and leaves, producing a clear, melodious sound. The sound was unlike that of ordinary plants and trees; rather, it was like the cry of a phoenix that had traveled through the river of time, echoing leisurely between heaven and earth.

Many phoenix phantoms manifested on the canopy of this innate spiritual root tree. These were once powerful members of the Phoenix Clan, but now only their life soul imprints remain, integrated into the Phoenix Perching Wutong Tree.

In front of the Phoenix Palace, Feng Qiwu slowly raised his hand.

Her long, bright red dress with gold thread fluttered in the wind, the gold thread embroidery shimmering with dazzling light. A glint of light shone from her fingertips. Without saying a word, she simply waved her hand, and the dense tree branches in front of the Phoenix Palace automatically and slowly receded to both sides.

The branches made a low rumble as they moved.

The leaves, shimmering with a spiritual light, fluttered down like clouds drifting in the sky.

Once the branches in front have receded, a clear path will appear.

After a century, Phoenix Palace has finally reappeared.

Phoenix.

The native cultivators of the Yanji Continent, whether human or demon, were filled with fervor as they looked at the Phoenix Palace reappearing before the world. Their cheers and shouts soared into the sky.

Many cultivators who came from the other three continents, as well as mercenaries and scions of noble families from the Immortal Kingdom, couldn't help but turn pale upon hearing the thunderous praise.

The cultivators throughout the entire Yanji Continent seem to have a fervent faith in the Phoenix Tree and the Phoenix Clan.

perhaps.

With a single command, the Phoenix Clan can unite all the native cultivators of the Fiery Continent and raise an army.

If the Phoenix Palace so desires, they can easily sweep aside any force in this plane.

The cultivators from the other three continents couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate.

Fortunately, the Phoenix Clan dislikes expanding its territory, and for countless years, it has remained confined to the Fiery Continent.

Inside Phoenix.

All the cultivators looked up at the Phoenix Palace.

Nine figures slowly emerged from the Phoenix Palace onto the sunlit golden avenue.

As the nine people approached, the branches of the phoenix-perching parasol tree swayed gently, emitting a distant murmur. Many birds and beasts transformed into their true forms, circling in the sky, a scene of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.

Feng Qiwu arrived in front of the palace, her red robes as fiery as fire, her gaze indifferent yet ethereal.

As she watched the sky and palaces slowly unfold, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

The centennial celebration is a day of joy for heaven and earth. Today is destined to be a special day that all living beings in this plane will remember.

"Welcome everyone to the Phoenix Clan's centennial celebration."

"Before the celebration officially begins, I would like to introduce a friend of my clan!!"

"He is Gu Qing, a fourth-grade alchemy master."

As soon as Feng Qiwu finished speaking, looking in the direction she pointed, they saw Gu Qing standing in the middle of the nine people.

All the cultivators in Phoenix City fell silent.

Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator?

Immediately afterwards, the entire city of Phoenix was in an uproar.

Many people don't understand how Gu Qing, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, could cope with the heavenly tribulation of pill lightning.

Compared to the local cultivators, the mercenaries from the Immortal Kingdom, especially those from the Immortal Wood Group, witnessed Gu Qing standing with eight Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, chatting and laughing.

Many people gritted their teeth in silence, with Zhong Jiufan, Xiang Ritian, and others suffering the most.

What made Zhong Jiufan and the others even more upset was that Jia Meiqian and Chen Ang, whose cultivation levels were originally lower than his, were now looking at him with smiles.

"Oh, it's Xiao Zhong!"

"It's only been a little over ten years, how come you've gotten so weak? Only at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment?"

Jia, who had no money, mocked in a cheap and despicable manner.

In the first two mercenary trials, Zhong Jiufan came in first and second place respectively.

Now, in the third trial, Zhong Jiufu pulled out a huge lump.

Chen Ang glanced at Zhong Jiufan, shook his head, and remained silent. Zhong Jiufan's current strength was far inferior to Chen Ang's, not to mention his own, even to Jia Meiqian.

Chen Ang looked away, no longer paying attention to his former rival.

Zhong Jiufan is not worthy to speak to me now.

In Chen Ang's eyes, among their generation of mercenaries, only Gu Qing shone as brightly as the sun over the Tianshan Mountains.

"Jia Meiqian is still the most flexible guy."

"I've been clinging to Brother Gu's coattails for a long time, and it's foreseeable that I'll take off with him in the future."

Looking at Jia Meiqian's beaming face, Chen Ang couldn't help but think to himself.

of course.

Gu Qing's becoming a guest of honor at Phoenix Palace not only upset Zhong Jiufan and other mercenaries from the Immortal Kingdom, but also those who were even more upset—Gu Qing's enemies within this plane.

Hidden in the crowd, Wei Dai, even though he was a Golden Core cultivator, felt a sudden unease when he saw the eight Phoenix Clan experts at the Purple Mansion Realm beside Gu Qing. Gu Qing had become someone the Wei family could not afford to offend.

Upon realizing that Gu Qing had made connections with the Phoenix Palace, Wei Dai could no longer sit still. He quietly retreated, knowing he had to return to the Southern Continent immediately to report this crucial information to the Ancestor.

Gu Qing became a distinguished guest of Phoenix Palace. In Phoenix City, the cultivators experienced all walks of life, some envious, some jealous!

Of course, it's mostly admiration.

Feng Qiwu, Gu Qing, and the others were in front of the Phoenix Palace, observing the various reactions of the cultivators below.

"Palace Master, it's almost time."

Looking at the sun in the sky, one of the elders in red gave a reminder.

"Um!"

Feng Qiwu stepped forward, emanating an aura of supreme nobility. She addressed all the cultivators, saying, "For the centennial celebration, let us pray for blessings from Heaven."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Phoenix Clan cultivators began to pray to heaven and earth in an orderly manner, and the thunderous sound of their prayers spread out from Phoenix City.

The sound waves continued to spread into the distance, even reaching other cities on the Fiery Continent. Wherever living beings gathered, people began to pray for blessings.

"The phoenix perches high in the sky, its shade lasting for eternity. The parasol tree never withers, its resilience enduring even in the face of extreme heat."

"The mountains and rivers bear witness, the phoenix veins endure forever—"

A solemn and sacred voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and all living beings on the entire Yanji Continent sang in unison. The sound traveled through the sky and subtly caused the heavens and earth to change color.

In Gu Qing's perception, at this moment, a vast and powerful spiritual force converged from all directions toward the Phoenix Tree.

The world is changing!!

Standing atop the canopy of the phoenix-shaped parasol tree, Gu Qing felt the surging power of human compassion changing this world.

at the same time.

Feng Qiwu took out the Spirit-Sealing Jade Bottle.

The Purple Heavenly River Pill transformed into a stream of liquid, seeping into the main trunk of the Phoenix-Perching Wutong Tree.

In an instant.

The phoenix-perched parasol tree trembled slightly, and a strange fluctuation emanated from its trunk.