Transmigrating into a Demon Spirit to Blow up the Entire World-Chapter 159.2
His heart immediately dropped down, and the feeling of unprecedented panic densely filled his whole body.
The Little Phoenix had never experienced this kind of feeling in his entire life. Until this day, he still didn’t know what An Ying means to him. He only knows, that the thought of the other’s death, makes his chest so uncomfortable to the point of breathlessness.
At some unknown point of time, An Ying had already become an indispensable and special existence for the Little Phoenix.
He will softly kiss his forehead and call him up in the morning, read him stories to coax him to sleep at night. When he gets up in the dead of the night and complains of hunger, he will make him food, and always remember to also cover him with a quilt after he falls asleep. When it rains, he will even accompany him to read books, until he drowsily snuggles to the other; Or hold up an umbrella for him as they go for a walk. One hand holds up the umbrella, while the other tightly hugs him into his arms, to prevent even the slightest bit of rain from drenching him. He even remembers his most subtle preferences and habits. Even without speaking, he can deliver the things he wants before him with just a glance.
Although his adoptive parents, as well as Qing Luan and Hong Hu, equally loves and takes care of him, but the Little Phoenix knew deep down that, An Ying is different. His adoptive father and the others still have other people they care and take care of, but the only one An Ying cares for, is him alone.
More importantly, death means he will never be able to see him any more, nor be able to talk to him again, nor hug and kiss him anymore.
He can’t let him die.
With this in mind, the Little Phoenix’s incessantly trembling hands stabilized instead, as he completely regained calm. Although he doesn’t know of any healing spells, but as a Phoenix race, there is however, a secret, that is rarely known to anyone, and is firmly guarded by the Heavenly Emperor. Which is exactly the heart refined pill, that can bring the dead back to life.
A drop of blood from the Phoenix’s heart is the most valuable treasure that can cure all diseases, not to mention the heart, which can even bring the dead back to life. As An Ying’s breath gradually waned, the Little Phoenix no longer hesitated. He finally turned his hand into claws, then thrust it to his chest.
He still remembered what the Heavenly Emperor had said to him when he was younger, warning him to never use this method to save anyone. Even though the Phoenix’s fatal point is the space between the eyebrows and not in the heart, nor would he die after losing his heart, and the lost heart has the ability to regenerate, but the damage caused would be immeasurable. Even thousands of years of cultivation may never be able to recover the previous state. His physical fitness and magic power will subsequently be greatly affected as well. What’s more, the heavenly law can never be violated, the life and death of all things have their own fate. Immortal cultivators should be indifferent to life or death, and weigh the pros and cons. Defying the natural order by changing one’s destiny may plant a bane to the other party, and even bring upon unnecessary karma.
But the Little Phoenix is still too young, to understand of what life and death means. He only knows that he can never let this person before him die no matter what at this very moment.
The sharp bird claws were sharper than any knife in this world, reflecting a pretty and flirtatious gleam. The Little Phoenix can even hear the sound of blood flowing from the tip of the claw when it drew out of the body. Although the process of heart extraction only took a very short while, and the wound quickly healed the next instant after the heart was separated from the body. But the pain of gouging the heart out is unbearable for anyone. The dizziness accompanied by the severe pain made the Little Phoenix weakly fall to the ground, while his vision went dark, and even almost lost the strength to continue the movement of his hand. A tear dropped out from his dazed big golden eyes due to extreme pain, which fell on An Ying’s closed eyes.
The extracted heart was finally refined into a crimson red pill by the Phoenix’s fire.
The Little Phoenix gritted his teeth, tenaciously enduring the pain that spread from his chest to all the bones of his entire body, and used his remaining strength to put that red pill in An Ying’s mouth.
The slight movement, brought about another bout of sharp pain, which almost caused the Little Phoenix to be unable to maintain his human form. Nevertheless, An Ying’s complexion began to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye. The breath and pulse that had stopped not so long ago also started to recover.
Crimson feathers had already started to gradually emerge on the Little Phoenix’s skin, as a faint golden brilliance spread in his body at the same time. Three thousand turquoise silks slowly changed color, with dream-like splendor, spreading out inch by inch. The long hair and feathers flowed down the ground, such as flames and satin.
He uncomfortably curled up into a fetal position. Not seeing that together with An Ying’s resurrection, the man in the jade coffin actually turned into smoke inch by inch, before finally dissipating into nothingness.
An Ying had a dream.
He actually saw his biological father, quietly lying in the jade coffin, as if he was just sleeping peacefully. Although he has never seen the other, but bloodline is such a wondrous thing, that he was able to easily recognize the other’s identity with just a single glance. Moreover, the other party obviously didn’t move, but he seemed to be calling and waiting for him arrival. But the second he opened the coffin, a strange thread of red light actually came out from the other’s chest.
The red light burst forth in an instant, two blossoming flowers reinforcing and restraining each other slowly appeared. At the same time as this, more and more evil qi lingered all over the other’s body, as if unsealing the seal and breaking the ground, with congesting breathlessness. It was already too late when An Ying sensed the danger. The red light directly hit his chest with a thunderous force, the violent impact caused him to throw up a mouthful of blood!
That blooming demonic flower began to madly absorb his magic power and vital force like a blood sucking vine rooted in the bone, making him fall down and die like a withering dead tree. On the ground he died on, large tracts of rich and viscous blood slowly spread out, the darkness revealed in the glaring redness is like an abyss that swallows everything.
An Ying woke up with a start by that thick smell of blood, and immediately opened his eyes. He found the Little Phoenix in his arms, and the jade coffin in front, which he had seen in his dream. The residual candles in the room were nearly exhausted, leaving only the last ray of light. The tiny glow on the jade coffin had completely disappeared as well. The dim projection was like an old dream accumulated over the years.
There was no one in the coffin. There wasn’t any figure of his biological father at all, indicating that everything just a moment ago was really just a dream. The current appearance of the Little Phoenix momentarily made An Ying too busy to think of the fine details again, as he just tightly furrowed his brows with worry.
Because the other had already changed into a Phoenix halfway, which would never happen if it were not for having sustained severe injuries. That fire phoenix’s veined pattern manifesting on half of the youth’s face was unusually wan, the tail feathers dragging on the ground was like an incomparably beautiful petticoat. The roots were beautiful and picturesque, but the sheen above were obviously a little bleak.
Fortunately, the Little Phoenix quickly opened his eyes, but the eyes didn’t contain much vigor at all. He only subconsciously snuggled in An Ying’s arms, instinctively seeking for warmth.
The weak look and completely dependent action of the Little Phoenix made An Ying extremely distressed. He learned that the Little Phoenix’s Immortal soul was damaged, and mistakenly thought that it was caused by the soul-inducing tune of the Crying Spirit Beasts. But since he was from the Demon race, it was impossible for him to help repair the Little Phoenix’s cultivation with spiritual energy, and could only soothingly say in a soft voice: “Tong Tong be good, bear with it a bit. This palace is covered with enchantments. Wait for me to undo the seal, then we can leave this place.”
An Ying closed his eyes and sat in a lotus position in the middle of the room and started to cast a spell formation. The powerful slender fingers flew up and down, producing various kind of hand seals in succession. The palace visibly grew more and more brighter, a thunderous noise sounded in the end, and the roof blasted open like an opened box.
But this really isn’t the result of An Ying’s spell formation, but a powerful force coming from outside to inside. The Little Phoenix, whose consciousness and body had recovered a bit, raised his head, but could barely bear the bright light directed at his face, and could only vaguely make out a vast expanse of whiteness.
Clamorous noise simultaneously sounded by his ears, there seemed to be a lot of people closely crowding over him. The familiar voice sounded once more, with clear and easy to perceive concern and urgency: “Tong Tong!!”
Knowing who the owner of this voice belongs to, the Little Phoenix subconsciously uttered: “.…..Brother Kong Ming?”
When his eyes had adjusted to the bright light, his vision became clear, and saw that the other is Kong Ming. But that handsome jade-like face lacked it’s usual gentleness, and was replaced with tightly furrowed brows, in addition to the haze and anxiety in those crimson red eyes.
