Inside Phoenix Nest Mountain, the piercing cries of phoenixes resounded through the heavens and earth.
Moreover, waves of intense resentment erupted, soaring straight into the sky.
The drifting dark mist in the world was attracted, transforming into a storm and merging into the depths of Phoenix Nest Mountain.
Amidst these phoenix cries, many spirit creatures nurtured within Shuangfeng Mountain were also drawn, following after the intense ominous aura.
However, after entering the mountain, they were soon enveloped by the black fog, turned into dark white bones, and became nourishment for the fog.
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Inside the ancestral hall, Zhang Jian toyed with the Treasure Pearl in his hand.
The Phoenix Soul Pearl in his hand rang with a crisp phoenix cry.
He really enjoyed playing with this Phoenix Soul, as the sound of the phoenix could purify the impurities of Divine Thought, and holding it, he could quickly focus.
This state of focus was very rare.
