Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Reincarnation Within

Not only Zhang Yang, but even Yuluan burned with a ferocious determination to fight her way out.

At this moment, she radiated power—overwhelming, indomitable power!

No other explanation sufficed.

As for Flower Phantom, though commonly perceived as weaker, few realized the astonishing depths of her martial cultivation.

Just as the three of them moved to act, an earth-shattering cry—resembling the wail of a Phoenix Luan—pierced through Falling Phoenix Valley.

Flames erupted from the valley like a deluge bursting through a dam, merging with the blazing manifestation of the Daybreak Phoenix Luan. In an instant, barriers sealed their surroundings.

Whoosh!

An unseen force—a great terror lurking within the valley—yanked violently, dragging the entire spatial enclosure into the gorge along with Zhang Yang, Yuluan, and Flower Phantom.

The moment they plunged into the valley, Zhang Yang’s unleashed fist erupted with devastating might.

Boom!

Illusionary or tangible, corporeal or ethereal—every flame detonated under his strike.

Yet the true terror manifested here.

Shattered flames regenerated endlessly, surging from the valley’s depths, voidal rifts, and the very mountain walls—converging into a renewed, cataclysmic assault.

Amidst the chaos flickered an ambiguous silhouette, bearing semblance to life yet defying definition.

Beyond the valley’s edge, the Seventh Prince uttered coldly, “Begin.”

Qiu Yuwan launched a Dao light skyward that exploded like celestial fireworks.

Instantly, waves of figures emerged from all directions—

Three Thousand Alchemists converging.

They encircled Falling Phoenix Valley, seating themselves in meditative formation.

The Seventh Prince’s resonant voice carried into the valley’s depths:

“The clash before the Mountain River Pill Furnace enlightened me.”

“If the Mountain River Pill Refining Technique can forge valleys into pill furnaces, why shouldn’t this infernal realm of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins become our crucible?”

“You fascinate me, Zhang Yang. What secrets fuel your unnatural strength?”

“True invincibility never blooms without roots.”

“With Three Thousand Alchemists, we shall transmute Falling Phoenix Valley into our furnace—and you, the supreme ingredient.”

“Your refinement into a human elixir shall complete my path.”

“Upon consuming this powerful medicine, I will claim absolute dominion over this world.”

Thus, the grand design behind his machinations was revealed.

To eliminate Zhang Yang was to secure their own survival.

Three Thousand Alchemists united to perform alchemy techniques. Having meticulously coordinated their methods through extensive study, their combined might—though unimpressive when measured individually—surpassed even the prowess of an immeasurable-stage alchemist, casting a shadow of shame over such masters.

This was the triumph of quantity over quality.

As they channeled their power, the infernos within the valley roared higher, transforming mountains into volcanic behemoths that spewed apocalyptic flames.

The valley itself became a living pill furnace, its fires raging with primordial fury.

Zhang Yang’s gaze pierced the heavens.

The blazing inferno had completely shrouded the sky.

Yuluan and Flower Phantom strained to maintain their defenses—a testament to the flames’ devastating might.

Yet Zhang Yang did not strike again. Instead, he channeled his Ice Spirit Power.

Bolstered by the Nine Extremes True Essence,

waves of freezing cold erupted from his body, crystallizing the advancing flames in an instant.

The fire, solidified as though tangible, encased the space in a glacial prison.

Within this icy bastion, Yuluan and Flower Phantom found refuge.

Crack—crack—crack…

Yet the flames writhed with relentless ferocity, fracturing the frozen prison shard by shard.

Zhang Yang’s lips curled into a frost-tinged smirk as he amplified his energy.

The icy chill surged with intensity, inciting the inferno into a wild retaliation.

"Screeeech—"

A phoenix’s wrathful cry pierced the chaos.

From the flames emerged a figure—human in form yet woven from fire itself.

She stood as fire incarnate, sovereign of the blaze, her fingers weaving arcs of liquid flame.

With each gesture, conflagrations coalesced into soaring Fiery Phoenix Luan, their wings fanning the destruction to cataclysmic heights.

Zhang Yang studied the Flame Woman even as his glacial energy surged, repelling the fiery onslaught.

Her form flickered between corporeality and illusion, a being of pure flame devoid of a physical body.

“Pitiful!”

“The Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe was annihilated by the Ghostly Divine Platform, the Demon Sword Forbidden Area, the Great Xia Empire, and countless Saint-level forces. Yet here you serve their executioners.”

The Flame Woman hesitated briefly before renewing her assault, her fiery avatars merging into a colossal pill furnace manifestation.

He pressed on, “More pitiful still—after a thousand years of preparation for their rebirth, the immaculate Phoenix Soul, forged through their sacrifice, now resides in Eldest Princess Mu Lin’er of Great Xia. That descendant of your tribe’s butchers became the Phoenix Woman, usurping your people’s entire legacy.”

“The Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe’s tragedy knows no bounds.”

Her flaming hands stilled mid-motion. Cold fury warred with doubt before she demanded, her voice a crackling ember, “Speak the truth. Is this real?”

Zhang Yang replied, "If there were no doubts in your heart, why would you ask this question?"

The Flame Woman furrowed her brows, her voice dropping low. "How can I trust you? Show me evidence."

Zhang Yang shook his head. His proof lay with Green Mountain—even if its peculiar nature weren’t a barrier, few could commune with it to resurrect the grim specter of the War of Saints.

"Verify it yourself," he countered.

"I am a Fire Maiden born of Falling Phoenix Valley," she retorted, sparks dancing in her eyes. "Bound here for eternity, unable to step beyond its borders. If your words hold truth, produce the proof."

A stalemate ensued.

Beyond Falling Phoenix Valley, pillars of fire licked the heavens.

The mountains revealed intricate Flame Forbidden Law Patterns, each resembling a slumbering Phoenix Luan. Under the relentless labor of the Three Thousand Alchemists, these sigils stirred gradually, their awakening mirroring a celestial Phoenix Rebirth.

To Qiu Yuwan and Ghost King Fulong, the spectacle held passing curiosity—a faint glimmer of mystery worth noting, nothing more.

But through the Seventh Prince’s obsidian gaze, the vision transformed. His eyes deciphered the cascading Forbidden Law Patterns with unnatural clarity, unraveling their arcane logic faster than falling stardust. Though he had not fully grasped their depths, the revelations ignited epiphanies within him.

"The phoenix undergoes rebirth."

"Within me flows Reincarnation."

Enlightenment struck.

This was the crucial point perfected through slaying Jigui Wu—the latent force that would have made him a world-destroying demon.

Reincarnation Within!

Thus, the true form manifested!

The true form—the flawless world-destroying demon!

A resonant hum filled the air as Black Flames erupted from his body.

Ghost King Fulong, Qiu Yuwan, Gu Jianfeng, Yu Yihang, and Leng Jiu’ou—all were hurled backward by the terrifying power, skidding meters across the scorched earth.

"The Seventh Prince attains enlightenment!"

"Has he grasped the Daybreak Phoenix Luan’s secrets? Has he experienced Phoenix Rebirth?"

"True Phoenix Rebirth transcends even immortal avians," murmured Ghost King Fulong, his voice taut with awe. "Though impossible here, it has sparked divine inspiration. His flesh now dies and renews—a mortal metamorphosis!"

The Ghostly Divine Platform’s prodigy trembled as he observed. "This transformation will elevate his power tremendously. The extent… unfathomable."

Before the echoes faded, an unprecedented fluctuation of power surged from the Seventh Prince. Throwing back his head, he loosed a sky-rending roar. Arms raised, then slashed downward, unleashing an aura that warped space itself within a hundred-meter radius.

The sheer pressure forced Ghost King Fulong and Qiu Yuwan to retreat, gasping against the suffocating tide.

Within the maelstrom, the Seventh Prince stood transformed—Reincarnation Within fulfilled, revealing the ultimate world-destroying demon.