Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

"Fatty." Ning Rongrong looked at Ma Hongjun now, and for some reason, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. A very bad feeling lingered in her heart. "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, a scorching wave of air suddenly exploded out.

However, the fiery red shockwave did not harm Ning Rongrong; instead, it transformed into a gentle pushing force that pushed her away.

The fiery red flames surged forth from Ma Hongjun's body, roaring and churning as if they possessed life. The surging power rose steadily like a volcanic eruption. In the blink of an eye, relying solely on his own strength and the assistance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, he was no less imposing than when his opponent wielded the Asura Demon Sword.

"Chong-"

The high-pitched cry of the phoenix pierced through the clouds, carrying an unyielding sorrow and emptiness, like an invisible hammer that slammed into everyone's heart, spreading that bone-chilling despair without end.

"Fatty!" Ning Rongrong's voice trembled with tears, filled with uncontrollable panic. Her beautiful eyes reflected the man standing in the flames. "What are you doing!"

The flame of life—Ma Hongjun actually ignited his own flame of life! This was the final brilliance of a living being giving its all, composing the final swan song of life!

However, this power capable of burning everything was not used by Ma Hongjun to fight enemies. Or rather, for Ma Hongjun at this moment, nothing mattered; whether there were enemies or not, what did it have to do with him?

“Rongrong…” Ma Hongjun turned slightly to the side, his empty eyes looking at Ning Rongrong, flames dancing in his pupils, but without any warmth. “I’m sorry, this time, I’m afraid I have to be a deserter.”

The blazing flames transformed into a pair of fiery red wings that unfurled from behind Ma Hongjun. The outline of each phoenix feather was so clear that it seemed to be alive. The flames of life ignited everything about Ma Hongjun—his body and his soul. The human outline gradually disappeared and melted away in the flames, eventually transforming into a nine-headed fire phoenix that seemed to be reborn from the ashes.

"Xiangxiang wants you to live well!" Ning Rongrong cried out almost hoarsely, her tall figure swaying as tears streamed down her face. Her former comrade-in-arms, her lifelong partner, was about to burn out right before her eyes; how could she not be heartbroken?

"What about Xiangxiang..."

A hollow voice, seemingly devoid of any emotion, emanated from the fire phoenix's mouth.

"The underworld is so dark and so cold, won't Xiangxiang be scared?" Fiery red wings fluttered as they trembled. "She has to watch helplessly as her memories are swallowed up by the underworld, as her existence slowly disappears. How desperate she must feel!"

“Ten thousand years ago, I abandoned her.” The flame of life suddenly dimmed and trembled violently. “I watched her die of illness in the mortal realm, and I had no power to bring her back from the underworld. In all these years in the divine realm, I have never lived like a human being. Every second without her is torture for me.”

"I should have gone with her ten thousand years ago!"

Perhaps this is the punishment for his failure to cultivate properly back then.

He had no reason to live.

They shouldn't have lived such a wretched life in this world.

"Rongrong, there's no need to be sad about my departure." A hint of indescribable lightness suddenly appeared in that hollow voice, as if celebrating the liberation of life, or as if a traveler who had trekked for thousands of years had finally found his way home.

A pair of enormous, fiery red wings unfolded, and the scorching aura of the phoenix fire surged and rose like waves, only to suddenly subside at its peak. The enormous nine-headed phoenix curled up into a ball, the blazing flames continuing to burn its life force. Like the sun at its zenith, only the afterglow of sunset remained. When the fuel of its life was completely consumed, the flames finally lost all support, dimming and shrinking little by little, ultimately transforming into an incredibly solid fiery phoenix feather and a five-colored rhombus-shaped gem.

Fiery red light flowed within, the radiance of the laws of fire. A gentle breeze seemed to carry the clear cry of a phoenix.

“I heard that you have one of my descendants in your family.” Ma Hongjun’s last trace in the mortal world echoed from the void. “I will give you my life’s cultivation. Although the power of the gods is sealed, I still have the divine-level fire phoenix bloodline. The remaining amount is enough to elevate her phoenix bloodline to the divine level.”

As the voice rang out, the phoenix feather flowing with the laws of fire trembled slightly, and the fiery red light suddenly became extremely intense, eventually transforming into a stream of light that shot towards An Zhen, where he caught it steadily.

"This is both gratitude and a plea." This was the Phoenix God's last lingering attachment to the mortal world, and his concern for his friends and brothers. "Thank you for letting me understand what I want. I beg you to spare Xiao Ao and Rong Rong's lives, even if you abolish their cultivation and leave them with only a hundred years of lifespan. The grievances have their source and the debts have their debtors. Given their personalities, they will not pose any threat to you."

"Fatty!" Seeing her friend leave with her own eyes, Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with uncontrollable sorrow.

"Rongrong, tell Xiao Ao that I'm very happy." Ma Hongjun's voice echoed in Ning Rongrong's ears, no longer hollow as before, but full of joy. "Don't put up any more pointless resistance. If you can, please send a bouquet of flowers to the dean for me." The wind stopped, and the sound ceased.

Once one of the original Shrek Seven Devils, now the Phoenix God, he has finally vanished completely from this world, leaving no trace.

“Nothing is more sorrowful than a dead heart, nothing is more tragic than silence,” An Zhen lamented.

If this situation happened to him, what would he do?
When there is nothing left in the world worth cherishing.

Perhaps he will turn this world into fuel for his growth.

Suicide pacts are not an ancient legend.

But Anzhen wouldn't do that, because he felt he had the ability. He would keep getting stronger, strong enough to reverse time and space, strong enough to change his lover's fate, strong enough to make up for all the regrets of the past.

His very existence in Douluo Continent is a miracle that transcends endless time and space!
An Zhen carefully examined the phoenix feather using her divine sense and the virtual world, confirming that there were no hidden dangers, and then put it away.

Senior Sister Ling's strength has been rapidly improving recently due to the continuous enhancement of her Ten Thousand Year Frost Marrow cultivation. Even the quality of her originally ordinary Ultimate Ice Martial Soul is slowly but surely rising. It can only be said that the Ten Thousand Year Frost Marrow truly deserves to be called the supreme ice-type treasure of the Douluo Continent. That guy Tianmeng Bingcan is really wasting such a precious resource.

Now that Senior Ling is stronger than Xiao Tao, it's a good time to go back and help Xiao Tao improve.

“Speaking of which,” Anzhen suddenly looked at the God of Greed, whose eyes revealed a look of emotion, “is it really that difficult for a God-King to retrieve an old, dead soul from the Underworld and assign it a position as the lowest-ranking priest?”

It should be quite simple in the original work, so is it really that difficult in the real world?
The God of Greed shook his head. “It’s not difficult. Although the priests also have the most ordinary divine positions, there are nearly two thousand third-level gods in the Douluo God Realm now, and there are more than ten thousand priests and heavenly hunters. For the God King, who is the ruling class of the God Realm, it is just a matter of a word. Even with the status of his subordinates in the God Realm, he can accomplish it.”

“Young Master, there’s no need to worry.” The God of Greed, fearing that An Zhen had witnessed the Phoenix God’s pain at the moment of separation from his beloved, worried that this scene might happen to him in the future, he transmitted his voice, “The position of God of Destruction might be taken back by the Lord, and it might be passed down in the future. Moreover, we Gods of Original Sin have no relatives, and the quota for first-level gods to bring relatives into the God Realm has not been taken. In the future, you can recognize a brother or sister or a master or disciple, and you can bring your family to the God Realm.”

There's one more thing the God of Greed didn't say: given the Lord and the Goddess of Life's affection for the young master, it's impossible for such a thing to happen to him.

“I’m not worried about that.” An Zhen wasn’t worried about this situation. He was now only one step away from becoming a god, and he could even ascend to the god realm at any time.

Even in the worst-case scenario, the kind of situation that will never happen, Anzhen can still store the consciousness and souls of her family members in the virtual world, and then resurrect them by reflecting them onto her body later.

Therefore, Anzhen's goal has always been to secure a powerful divine position for her daughter, at least a first-level deity. It's not for any other reason than that she feels her daughter deserves a better divine position and a brighter future.

Now, having been nurtured by precious immortal herbs, soul bones, and various treasures, and further tempered by the trials of the two God Kings of Life and Destruction, their daughter's talent and strength have increased dramatically compared to before. Even Wu Feng, who was originally considered the weakest in terms of talent, after absorbing the essence of the Fire Dragon King, possesses a bloodline talent equivalent to that of the first generation of Elemental Dragon King's offspring, not counting the immortal herbs he consumed.

It would not be excessive to grant them the position of a first-level deity.

She doesn't even need a divine position. If the environment of this world were like the Ultimate Douluo in the original work, or like the Dragon Realm back then, which didn't restrict the level of gods, she could cultivate to the level of a first-level god.

Take Di Tian, ​​for example. He was the son of the first Dark Dragon King and the Light Dragon King. If it weren't for the mess that the old Dragon God made, and the fact that the Douluo God Realm can't be the first dragon to emerge, Di Tian could have become a god long ago when he had two or three hundred thousand years of cultivation.

This is the power of the Dragon King's bloodline!

"However, judging from this," An Zhen said with a hint of amusement, "it seems that Tang San doesn't want to help with this, which, to some extent, is also to cut his losses in time."

"Don't you dare slander Third Brother!" Ning Rongrong, her eyes red, stood up and glared at An Zhen with her beautiful eyes.

This is a desecration of the friendship between the original Shrek Seven Devils!

“What slander? Isn’t this just an undeniable fact?” An Zhen said. (End of Chapter)