Chapter 225: Arrival

Phoenix quickly began to pack her belongings, bringing everything into her internal space, and set off on her journey through the myriad worlds.

"For this day, I have cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. Within my body, in the nine inner worlds, countless beings have thrived over the ages."

Her gaze was calm as she looked towards the Nine Heavens.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art can only be cultivated with a primordial spirit that acts as a "sun." This cultivation method was tailor-made for this purpose. Currently, only Emperor Qi, Dao Changsheng, and Phoenix have successfully cultivated it, and perhaps no one else will ever be able to. After all, the central Dantian requires a "solar furnace" to provide core energy. Compared to others who practice the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, Phoenix is the true supreme sun, orbited by nine stars! That is why she claimed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was tailor-made for her.

Furthermore, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art possesses the characteristic of an indestructible soul and body, making it the most powerful physical cultivation method. It perfectly complements her "Phoenix Nirvana" ability. Each time she undergoes Phoenix Nirvana, it is a true death, with a new soul—her offspring—inheriting the phoenix body and memories. This is similar to how she inherited the memories of previous generations of phoenixes upon her own birth, forming the unique heritage of the phoenix lineage.

"However, the immortality of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art allows my soul to split into nine parts and reside within the Nine Heavens! When I undergo Phoenix Nirvana, my soul remains indestructible and can inhabit the Nine Heavens, ensuring my survival. Once I am fully reborn through fire, and before a new generation of phoenixes is born, my soul can seize the opportunity to return to my phoenix body."

This, then, is true Phoenix Nirvana! Combined with the indestructibility of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, it forms a seemingly perfect synergy, each compensating for the other's flaws. From now on, after Phoenix undergoes rebirth, she will not fear losing her true self, unless she is utterly annihilated on the spot, without even the chance to escape by turning into a phoenix egg.

But to completely slay her? That is incredibly difficult! The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art grants terrifying vitality. This is the most terrifying combination: the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art ensures she is difficult to kill, allowing her to escape when injured, then undergo Phoenix Nirvana to become stronger and fully recover. The two immortal abilities complement each other, making her as stubbornly persistent as a piece of gum.

Within the Nine Heavens, birds chirped and flowers bloomed. Countless plants and animals thrived, and even many spirits were born due to the dense spiritual energy of the world. Golden sunlight perpetually streamed down, casting a golden hue over the emerald forests. Plant spirits and animal spirits communicated with each other, whispering, presenting a scene of peace and tranquility. Unlike the scheming of intelligent beings, the entire "Nine Heavens Wood Realm" was incredibly simple and uncontested. There were no conflicts of interest; mountain and river spirits absorbed energy from the "sun"—the Primal Chaos Dao Fruit residing in the ethereal sky—as they cultivated. In turn, they also emitted energy, nourishing the central sun.

"They do not take human form, thus retaining their pure hearts. They cultivate silently and live without contention; this is the peaceful paradise I desire." Phoenix preferred simplicity and disliked her inner world being filled with bloodshed and intrigue.

At this moment, her Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art had reached an extremely profound level. Her terrifying combat power, encompassing the infinite energy of an entire world, was the foundation of her confidence to traverse the myriad realms.

*Swish!*

She gazed at this small space, her expression calm, and slowly stepped into the spatial passage.

*Whoosh.*

Before her, ripples of spatial energy slowly undulated. A woman in ancient attire slowly emerged, her hands as soft as sprouts, her skin like congealed cream. Her long dark hair was tied with a ribbon, exuding an ethereal aura. She appeared in a dense, lush forest, bathed in tranquil sunlight.

"This world is incredibly natural..."

She looked up at the sun with a faint, serene smile. Vast, misty white clouds stretched high and wide, creating a sense of immensity.

"Unlike the Ancient Desolate World, there are no artificial suns or stars here. The rules of this world are somewhat similar to those of the previous Wizarding World."

With a single step, she vanished from the spot.

Far across the Oceanus, on the shores of the Land of Night, deep beneath the sea, by the gates of the Underworld, a beautiful and enchanting Gorgon slowly opened her eyes. "Space is fluctuating; a deity from another world has descended upon our realm, Airming."

"I am here."

In the Underworld Garden, Airming silently sensed everything. "It is a lower deity. I have already reached the middle deity rank. Unless they are a defiant being like a Cthulhu Evil God—unrivaled within their own realm and capable of fighting across ranks—they will not be my match."

The further one progresses, the greater the leap between realms. Airming divided the divine ranks into Lower Deity, Middle Deity, and Upper Deity. The power gap at each stage was as vast as heaven and earth, allowing one to easily crush an opponent.

Airming was very concerned. "However, I lack combat experience against deities of the same rank. Furthermore, if we both descend to the mortal realm simultaneously, I fear this world would be destroyed."

When she reappeared, Phoenix Daojun had arrived in a small town nestled at the edge of a mountain range. The buildings were very vintage Victorian-style: small, square blocks constructed from pale yellow, almost white, stone. The residential area was enclosed by walls, with round archways on the ground floor, adorned with climbing green vines.

*Thump, thump, thump.*

On the blue flagstone street, a squad of powerful knights rode past on massive magical beasts. They wore sturdy black armor and carried longswords on their backs, causing the ground to tremble with each step.

Next to them was a shop. The signboard read "Elmira's Potion Shop," adorned with strange, worm-like twisted black letters.

To be continued...