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Emperor Donghua stepped into the Huan Temple, and in an instant, a strong and indissoluble atmosphere of sadness and decadence came over him like a surging wave. He looked up and saw that the once proud and beautiful peacock was now lying miserably on the bed, like a lonely soul abandoned by the whole world.

The peacock's long tail, which was once magnificent and seemed to be the most beautiful in the world, now seemed to have been ruthlessly bombarded by an ancient calamity. The feathers that were originally soft and shiny were broken one by one, stabbing into the air unevenly, as if struggling in pain. Some of the broken parts were charred and carbonized, as if they had been burned by the fire of hell; others were stuck together in strands, just like worn-out cotton wool fluttering in the wind. The few remaining feathers also became dull and lifeless. The once gorgeous and star-like feather patterns had long been smeared with blood and dirt, and it was difficult to find any trace of them.

Its body curled up into a ball, trembling violently, and each tremor was accompanied by a faint whine, which seemed to come out from the endless abyss with difficulty, piercing the heart of everyone who heard it. Its eyes were sunken, and its eyes were empty and desperate. The agility and majesty of the past had long since dissipated, leaving only the powerless prayer for survival and the deep fear of the misfortune. It tried to move its body, but it was in vain. The ability to transform into a human form had long been gone from it. Now it could not even take care of itself, and could only wait for the final judgment of fate on this cold bed like a broken leaf.

Emperor Donghua's usually calm face changed color when he saw this scene, and a strong feeling of compassion and shock surged in his heart. His eyes were full of solemnity and doubt. What kind of disaster could destroy this once divine bird to such a state? He slowly walked towards the miserable peacock, and every step seemed to carry a heavy weight. He was determined to uncover the shocking secret behind it and give the peacock justice.

Donghua's thoughts drifted far away, and the memories of the past surged into his mind like a tide. Thinking back to the year when Xinghuan was born, the sky was full of auspiciousness and fairy music was lingering, as if the whole world was cheering and celebrating the arrival of this new life. King Yaoling was filled with joy and regarded him as the hope of the family. Xinghuan's talent and spirituality far exceeded his peers, and the powerful power contained in his blood made King Yaoling firmly believe that he would become the most outstanding descendant of the Peacock Clan.

In order to give Xinghuan a brighter future and better opportunities, King Yao Ling decided to take the young and innocent Xinghuan to Taichen Palace to meet Emperor Donghua. Taichen Palace is a sacred place above the Nine Heavens, surrounded by fairy light and majestic. It is difficult for ordinary immortals to have the opportunity to enter. King Yao Ling held the little Xinghuan in his arms and approached Taichen Palace step by step. Xinghuan's smart eyes looked around curiously, and his little hands unconsciously grabbed the corner of King Yao Ling's clothes.

The moment he stepped into Taichen Palace, King Yao Ling saluted respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, this is Xinghuan, a younger generation of our clan. He is gifted and I hope he can inherit my mantle. I have brought him here to meet Your Majesty and pray for your blessing. I hope he can make achievements on the path of cultivation in the future and contribute to the protection of the Three Realms." After that, he gently put Xinghuan down. Under the light of Taichen Palace, Xinghuan's childish appearance was like an unpolished jade waiting to be carved. Although he was immature, he already revealed an extraordinary temperament.

Once upon a time, Xinghuan was like a bright star shining between heaven and earth. Its feathers seemed to be carefully woven with the most gorgeous silk in the world. Each feather seemed to be carefully outlined and dotted by a stroke of genius. Under the caress of the sun, it reflected a dreamlike colorful light, so gorgeous that people could not take their eyes away. It always walked with its head held high, its posture elegant and agile, its head held high and its neck slightly raised, as if announcing to the whole world its uniqueness and nobleness. Whenever it appeared in the prosperous fairy forest, it would definitely spread its huge and gorgeous wings and show its grace to its heart's content. It seemed that only in this way could it show its pride and glory that stood out from the crowd. Everything around it seemed dim under its light. Its arrogant and arrogant appearance was deeply imprinted in Donghua's memory.

But now, the wheel of fate has ruthlessly crushed all its pride and beauty. Donghua looked at the heart-wrenching scene in front of him, frowning, with mixed feelings in his heart. Xinghuan lay weakly on the bed. The feathers that were once smooth and neat, like brocade, were now tangled together in a mess, like the withered flowers and willows that were wantonly destroyed by a storm, scattered all over, some even charred and carbonized, with strands of flesh and blood attached. The once delicate and complex feather patterns were also eroded by the breath of pain and despair, blurred and difficult to distinguish. How could we find any of the charm that once amazed everyone? Its body was trembling slightly, and each tiny tremor was accompanied by a low moan of pain, that sound was as weak as a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any time. In its sunken eyes, the once lively and bright light had long disappeared, replaced by endless emptiness and despair, as if it were a pool of stagnant water, no longer able to stir up a ripple, and could only silently endure the heavy blow dealt by fate.

"What did Bai Qian use to hurt Xing Huan? Bai Qian is just a goddess, how could she hurt the immortal Xing Huan so badly?" Donghua's voice was low and hoarse, his brows were tightly knitted into a "川" shape, and his deep eyes were full of doubt and solemnity. He really couldn't imagine, with Xing Huan's immortal power, how could she be hurt so badly by Bai Qian, who was a goddess, there must be a hidden secret hidden in this.

"My Lord, it should be the Phoenix Feather of Supreme God Zheyan. I have checked Xinghuan's injuries and found the breath of the Phoenix's immortal fire." King Yao Ling bowed slightly, clasped his hands together, and responded respectfully. There was a trace of imperceptible worry in his eyes. Although he tried his best to remain calm, there was still a slight tremor in his voice, as if he was also shocked by the tragic scene before him.

"Immortal Fire, that's difficult." Donghua whispered softly, his face becoming more solemn. He knew the power and mystery of the Immortal Fire. It was the supreme divine flame inherited from the Phoenix lineage, possessing the power to destroy the world, and its characteristics were extremely strange and elusive. After speaking, he slowly raised his hands, and a group of deep blue spiritual power gradually gathered in his palms. The spiritual power was like a materialized nebula, slowly rotating, emitting a soft and powerful breath. Donghua looked focused, carefully transmitting the spiritual power into Xinghuan's body, trying to explore the source of the injury along its meridians, and use his powerful magic power to repair its damaged body and dispel the shadow of death that followed it like a shadow. However, a moment later, something unexpected happened. The spiritual power that had been flowing into Xing Huan's body like a gurgling stream suddenly began to fluctuate violently as if it had encountered an invisible powerful resistance. Then, it quickly dissipated like a tide and disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace in Xing Huan's body.

"How could this happen? Even the Emperor's spiritual power is useless?" King Yao Ling saw this scene and couldn't help but gasp in shock, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief. In his cognition, the power of Emperor Donghua was unfathomable, like the vast ocean, deep and bottomless, and his powerful power was enough to turn the world around and quell the chaos in the three realms. But now, this powerful power was so easily dissolved in the face of Xing Huan's injuries, which made him feel shocked and shocked.

"It is indeed the Immortal Fire, so we can only find Zheyan." Donghua sighed helplessly, with a hint of determination in his tone. He knew that the only way to solve the current dilemma was to find the Supreme God Zheyan, so that he could hope to unlock the secret of the Immortal Fire and find a glimmer of hope to save Xinghuan. Otherwise, Xinghuan would probably forever sink into this endless pain and despair, until his soul flew away and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Then can the Emperor contact Lord Zheyan? I tried, but failed." King Yao Ling's face was full of sorrow, his brows were tightly twisted into a knot, his eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness, his lips trembled slightly while he spoke, his voice was full of fatigue and helplessness, he asked Donghua anxiously.

"Zheyan has gone into seclusion to accumulate merit, and it will take me a few days to contact him." Donghua's expression was as calm as water, and his deep eyes were like a deep pool, without ripples. However, there was a hint of imperceptible worry in his eyes, as if he was thinking about a countermeasure.

"Then Your Majesty, what should we do?" Upon hearing this, King Yao Ling's body shook violently, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. His face instantly lost all color, his eyes were empty and desperate, and his whole body seemed to have lost its supporting skeleton, tottering. In the face of this huge predicament, his usual calmness and wisdom were completely gone.

"There is no other way except to wait, unless someone has the power of life." Emperor Donghua gently shook his head and sighed helplessly. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly. His tone was gentle but with unquestionable certainty. It seemed as if he had seen through this difficult situation and knew that waiting was the only helpless act at this moment.

"The power of vitality, since Zuti disappeared, no one in the world can cultivate it anymore." King Yao Ling's eyes were dull, he stared blankly ahead, muttering to himself, as if he was trapped in deep memories and endless despair. "Forget it, this is Xing Huan's fate, it's good to be alive." King Yao Ling slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then sighed heavily. The sigh was full of guilt, pity and endless sorrow for Xing Huan. The whole person seemed to have completely succumbed under the pressure of fate, and could only face the cruel reality in front of him with such a negative attitude.

"Don't sigh yet, I'll contact Zheyan first." Donghua looked solemn, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his words. At this moment, the Taichen Palace was terribly quiet, with only the rising fairy mist floating faintly, as if it also felt the solemn atmosphere. Donghua stood in the center of the palace with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, the surrounding spiritual light reflected on his cold face, he closed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, trying to use fairy magic to penetrate the layers of space barriers, to convey this extremely urgent message to Zheyan, urging him to return quickly.

At the same time, he turned to look at Chonglin beside him, his eyes revealing decisiveness and resolution, and said in a deep voice: "Chonglin, go to Jianshengquan as soon as possible to find Zheyan's trace. If you have any news, report immediately." Chonglin accepted the order, turned around and disappeared in the misty fairy mist of Taichen Palace in an instant.

"Emperor, I wanted him to live from the beginning, but now I feel it's too cruel to Xing Huan." King Yao Ling frowned, his eyes full of entanglement and pain, his voice trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. He stood on the jade floor that exuded a cold light, and the silence around him seemed to magnify his pain infinitely. He looked at Donghua, with a hint of expectation for the emperor's decision, and a sense of reluctance and guilt for Xing Huan's current situation. His complex expression seemed to have experienced a hundred struggles in his heart at this moment.

"Now we can only say help." Although Donghua was worried, he still tried his best to remain calm, but his heart was like a turmoil. He knew that Xinghuan was in a very dangerous situation at the moment. The injury of the immortal fire was much more difficult than imagined, and Zheyan was in seclusion and hard to find. Every minute and every second that passed could push Xinghuan further into the abyss of death. In Taichen Palace, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed to be suffocating, and the spiritual mist seemed to solidify and no longer floated flexibly.

"I understand your Majesty's painstaking efforts." King Yao Ling nodded, his expression solemn and respectful, his heart full of helplessness and bitterness. Seeing Xing Huan's life hanging by a thread, he blamed himself, thinking that if he could protect Xing Huan, this would not have happened. At this moment, he could only place his hope on Donghua and Zheyan, but this hope was so slim, like a traveler groping in the dark, unable to find a definite direction.

At this moment, there was a slight tremor on the bed that had been motionless. Xing Huan, who had been lying lifeless on the bed, had the feathers on his peacock head tremble slightly, as if being brushed by a breeze, or as if life was stubbornly sending out a signal.

"Xinghuan, you're awake." King Yao Ling's eyes widened instantly, with a hint of surprise and disbelief in his voice. A burst of ecstasy suddenly surged in his heart, as if he saw a ray of light in the abyss of despair. He rushed to the bed, leaned over and stared at Xinghuan, his eyes full of concern and expectation, and his hands trembled slightly unconsciously, as if he was afraid that this was just an illusion.

"If possible, I don't want to live in humiliation, Grandfather." Xing Huan's voice was weak but revealed a stubbornness, and the only remaining clarity flickered in his eyes, as if he was silently fighting against fate. However, after just a moment, the breath he held was gone like a light smoke, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

"Xinghuan, don't be so stupid. If you die, you die. Don't be like this, Xinghuan." King Yao Ling's eyes were red, tears welled up in his eyes, and his heart was filled with pain and pity. To him, Xinghuan was much more than just the heir of the family. He was also his grandchild who was connected by blood. Listening to Xinghuan's resolute words, King Yao Ling felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, as if a sharp sword was stirring in his heart. He tightly grasped Xinghuan's gradually cold hand, and murmured to himself: "Child, as long as you can survive, it doesn't matter what happens. Grandfather will do everything he can to protect you. Don't give up on yourself like this anymore."