Shi Lei slammed into the ten-thousand-year-old warm jade ground like a tumbling gourd, his mind spinning with rattling fragments of stellar cold spar.
Struggling, he lifted his (muscle-free) skeletal jaw. The soul fire in his eye sockets stared blankly, "gazing" at the shattered, courtyard-sized, ice-coffin-like phoenix egg.
A multicolored glazed divine light wrapped around spiderweb-like cracks in the shell. Several residual feathers were embedded within the crystalline hull, glowing faintly, hovering between life and death.
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