"From the beginning of distant antiquity, who passed down the Way?"
"With neither above nor below yet formed, how might one examine it?"
A voice, utterly distinct from the one before—vast, majestic, ancient, and boundless—echoed from the depths of the palace.
The fledgling Phoenix, which had been foolishly flapping its wings and wondering why it could not pull Zhao Xuan along, suddenly gained a spark of intelligence in its eyes. It blinked and looked down from on high at Zhao Xuan, who was using true qi to adhere to the ground. Its intelligent eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.
Spreading its three-meter-long wings as wide as possible, it gave a light flap, and a violent gale suddenly arose. Zhao Xuan saw himself enveloped by a ball of fiery red airflow, and together with the bluestone slab beneath his feet, he was carried straight up into the sky.
Chapter 98