I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

The golden-orange shadow, along with the rising temperature, made the surrounding area feel noticeably hot. The three dads immediately sat in a row guarding the egg. Mu Chongxi's exclamation startled the chick that had just pecked open the eggshell, causing it to twitch back into its shell.

What hatched from the shell was a fluffy little chick.

Mu Chongxi reached out and grabbed it in his palm, raising his voice in confusion, "A phoenix?"

"No, that's not right." The young prince shook his head. "This state isn't right either."

"What's wrong?" Mingxuan asked dismissively, poking the chick in front of him. "Didn't it hatch?"

He didn't really care about that. He was quite surprised that his junior sister had survived until now with this chicken. Anyway, it was good that she was alive. The phoenix's form only existed in legends, and no one had ever seen it.

It would be great to see him, but it wouldn't matter if we couldn't.

The young prince bit his lower lip. "But I remember that a phoenix shouldn't look like this."

The phoenix, the king of birds, could never look like this. Logically, the final effect after its rebirth should be a fiery red phoenix, and its appearance should be enormous.

It has been said that the phoenix's fire can spread across half the sky.

Although it's just a rumor, the phoenix has basically been acknowledged to have disappeared for a long time.

But what are we called now? Little chick?

He couldn't accept it; he couldn't accept that the phoenix, once revered as an ancient divine beast alongside the dragons, had become a chick.

"What do you think it should be like?" Xue Yu had never seen the young prince react so strongly before. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked slowly.

Ao Li was exasperated. "It can't possibly be like this."

"So, did KFC fail or succeed?" Mu Chongxi asked somewhat awkwardly. Was it because they didn't burn it hard enough? The problem was that the spiritual fire was already one of the best flames.

The process of Nirvana is experiencing death again and again, and being reborn in flames.

The young prince whispered, "My suggestion is to do it a few more times."

Every change is different.

The Chaos Stones aren't fed to you for nothing, so there shouldn't be any major problems. The key is that they need to be nourished by spiritual fire.

The trio exchanged a disheartened glance, never expecting that their trip to the South China Sea would turn them into stay-at-home dads.

They needed to get to their destination on the way, but the most important question was who would take the KFC. Fire spirit roots weren't afraid of flames, but they were afraid of phoenix fire, which was so intense that it couldn't be extinguished even in the South China Sea. If it really landed on them, they would probably have to peel off a layer of skin.

Not to mention the wind spirit root.

Of the four, only the young prince was unafraid of fire. With his chubby cheeks puffed out, he reluctantly took on the bird, pinching his nose, in order to reunite with his clan as soon as possible.

The little chick in his palm looked to be in great pain. Rebirth is always cruel, no less painful than having bones broken and rebuilt. The young prince rubbed his palm together, the water coating it, but it didn't have much effect, though it could alleviate the burning pain a little. The boy quickly took a step forward, "Let's hurry and find my father and the others."

The destination was easy to find; wherever the spiritual energy fluctuations occurred during the fight, that was the destination. Upon arrival, the azure sea was stained with blood.

...Have they gone mad with killing?

Mingxuan had a bad feeling, and sure enough, that feeling was confirmed the next second.

They clearly saw how the dragon was crushed, twisted, and died, and the seawater kept seeping out from the dragon's body.

Three Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded and attacked a dragon. Since the demon race was numerous, they chose a dragon whose cultivation level was neither too high nor too low, and it was in the Nascent Soul stage. The young prince could hear the mournful cries of his fellow demons from a great distance.

Not to mention the young prince, even they found it hard to accept.

"How can there be so many Nascent Soul cultivators?" Mu Chongxi cursed under his breath. "Has most of the Nascent Soul stage of the demon race been sent here?"

"Yes." Surprisingly, the eldest senior brother answered the question, his eyes deep. "Moreover, before us, all four sects failed."

This cooperation between the two groups has been incredibly successful.

The number of Nascent Soul cultivators in the entire demon and monster races is terrifying. What puzzled Zhou Xingyun was that the leaders of the two races mobilized so many to attack the divine beasts. Weren't they afraid of being punished by Heaven and having their forces wiped out?

"Is there any hope for that dragon?" Mu Chongxi took out a green lamp. "Does this work? It's said that it can preserve a person's soul."

A top-grade magic weapon.

He brought it from the place of inheritance; his master said that as long as the soul is still there, it can be kept inside.

"But the dragon..." Xue Yu's lips twitched slightly, "...has no soul."

As races favored by Heaven, the phoenix and the dragon are born as divine beasts; once they die, they vanish without any chance of redemption.

Even Mingxuan, who usually enjoys livening up the atmosphere, was unusually silent. Even though he didn't know him, seeing a senior die in front of him still filled him with mixed feelings.

They rarely confront death directly.

The young prince was already extremely agitated. His pupils trembled slightly, and the killing intent lingered in his bright golden eyes. Especially when he saw his kin dying at the hands of these demons, his ferocity reached its peak. He put the chick in his hand on the ground and rushed forward.

Xue Yu sighed. He was too impulsive.

The young prince was quite strong and wouldn't be knocked down on the spot, but under the successive attacks of three Nascent Soul stage cultivators, he was quickly forced back into his dragon form.

"A mere late-stage Nascent Soul brat?" The woman easily dodged his chaotic attacks, looking on with interest. "It's a dragon, huh? A legendary ancient spirit beast race, the most favored by Heaven. How come it's so useless?"

The woman's voice was shrill, as if she were stabbing someone in the heart.

Killing a dragon took them a long time; dragons are truly tough and resilient. She didn't want to get entangled with the young prince any longer. After killing a dragon, she searched its soul and found out where the dragon ball was. She was extremely satisfied and called a companion to fetch the others so they could quickly head to the provided location to retrieve the dragon ball.

Moreover, since they've already been killed, keeping the dragons around would only cause more trouble, so it's better to eliminate them completely.

Without hesitation, she used deadly force, working with the other two to control the little dragon cub in front of her, and then slammed her palm down, striking his heart.