Chapter 58: The Sun and the Fox
“You have to surpass the aura of every Saint-rank present!!”
Gong Lianyue’s words echoed in its mind as the little fox swallowed the crimson Tyrant Blood Pill.
It melted instantly, a faint bitterness spreading through its mouth before transforming into a warm current that flowed through its body.
Having consumed both the Tyrant Blood Pill and ten Life Fruits, the life force within the Nine-Colored Cloud Dream Flower surged dramatically.
Although just a small, innocent-looking fox, it knew one thing:<
The moment the Swallow God’s brush struck, all illusions would shatter, and both it and its master would die.
In that case, it would—
Drag them into the abyss, crush them into dust!!!
As the Tyrant Blood Pill took full effect, the little fox’s body glowed with a violent, bloody light, blood seeping from its fur, its eyes turning bloodshot.
Crimson patterns, like burning clouds, spread across its face, forming fiery rings around its eyes.
This wasn’t a transformation, but a mutation within its very bloodline.
Gong Lianyue, still unaware, didn’t notice the second slot in the Cloud Dream Flower’s battle technique list disappear, replaced by a hazy black mist.
Bang!
The next second, under the watchful eyes of the three Saint-rank spirit beasts, a pink shockwave erupted, a wave of dreamlike mist filling the sky.
This time, the eruption was dozens of times larger than before, the illusory fox tail formed by the mist even more massive and awe-inspiring.
The spreading pollen quickly engulfed the surrounding area for hundreds of meters, swallowing the hurricane and the debris.
“What’s that!!!”
At the same time, all the Spirit Masters still in the Wind Valley turned their heads, their gazes drawn to a brilliant white light erupting from the edge of the valley.
A scorching white light, the sky and earth painted crimson by the spreading flames.
The terrifying aura emanating from that location made their scalps tingle, an unparalleled power beyond human comprehension.
The group of Gray Citadel Spirit Masters, not far away, the scarred woman among them, stared in shock.
“Another Saint-rank…?”
Although they couldn’t see clearly from this distance, they could vaguely make out a massive fireball floating in the sky.
A blazing sun, incinerating everything.
Like a miniature sun falling from the sky, it descended upon the Wind Valley, a terrifying inferno erupting.
Boom!!!!
Countless flames, like fireworks, erupted from the fireball, illuminating the night sky.
The three Saint-rank spirit beasts, witnessing this spectacle up close, their faces pale, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and awe.
Two slender, crimson fox tails, like ribbons, floated in the air, swaying gently, forming two fan-shaped restraints.
At the tips of the tails, they held a nearly hundred-meter-wide, blood-red fireball, molten lava-like flames dripping from its surface.
The scorching flames bathed its fur, like a blazing cloak.
Whoosh—
As the Saint-rank aura fully erupted, blood-red ripples spread across the entire island like waves in the ocean.
The scorching heat pulsed outwards, a terrifying crimson storm, crashing into the three Saint-rank spirit beasts.
He Daoqi’s face turned pale, her grip on the trembling Swallow God weakening, its condensed sword intent on the verge of collapse.
The Frost Snow Woman fared slightly better, only a slight discomfort on her face as she drifted back a few meters.
The green-haired girl vanished completely, a human-shaped crater appearing on the ground where she had been standing…
A biological, fire-attribute, offensive Saint-rank spirit beast?!
How could the Saintess of the Sea Concubine Palace possess enough fire spirit energy to sustain such a powerful fire-attribute spirit beast?!
He Daoqi’s face was scorched by the blazing wind, tears welling up in her eyes from the searing pain, her dark, vacant eyes filled with dread.
In the Sea Region’s millennia-long records of Saint-rank spirit beasts, the strongest individual combatant was supposedly the second-ranked water-type Saint-rank—
Its body the hilt, its blood the sheath, its broken heart the blade.
[The Water Moon Lantern Flower Sword Heart Crane]
The woman who possessed this Sword Crane was peerless, invincible, conquering all factions in both the Sea Region and the Storm Realm, just a step away from reaching that unattainable realm.
Unfortunately, she and her Penetrating You Pool shouldn’t have provoked the Frost Snow Woman…
Now, in a similar situation involving the Frost Snow Woman, as this terrifying, flame-wreathed figure appeared, He Daoqi couldn’t help but think of the Water Moon Lantern Flower Sword Heart Crane.
The combat power of this fox-like creature before her might even surpass the Sword Heart Crane, becoming the strongest Saint-rank ever recorded in the Sea Region’s history!
Legend had it…
In ancient times, the Flame Foxes were troubled by their inability to find suitable mates due to their high body temperatures.
One day, they approached the Snow Foxes, whose body temperatures were incredibly low, proposing intermarriage.
The proud and aloof Snow Foxes, confident in their unmatched beauty, yet wary of the Flame Foxes’ power, made an unreasonable demand: if the Flame Foxes could bring down the sun as a dowry, they would agree to the marriage.
For the sake of the Flame Foxes’ future, they agreed…
And so, the entire clan began their journey towards the sun.
Along the way, some Flame Foxes died from exhaustion, some from thirst, and some were burned to death.
As they got closer to the sun, most Flame Foxes, unable to withstand the heat, spontaneously combusted, turning to ashes.
Bathed in sunlight, their blood staining the path, they marched on.
Finally, only one Flame Fox remained, reaching the sun.
“Oh, Sun, can you give yourself to me as a dowry for the Snow Foxes?” she asked.
“No,” the sun refused.
“Oh, Sun, can you then carry my ashes back to the Snow Foxes? I fell in love with a Snow Fox maiden and wish to be buried beneath her bed after I die,” the charred Flame Fox asked.
“No,” the sun refused again.
“Then… can I have just one bite? I want to taste you before I die,” the now-ashen Flame Fox sighed, its soul weeping.
“Yes.”
The sun agreed.
This was the famous myth, passed down for tens of thousands of years, of the Sun and the Fox.
After consuming the flesh of the mythical spirit beast [Divine Court], the Flame Fox was reborn from the flames, evolving into a new Saint-rank species.
It was given the name—
The Bloodbath Fox Sovereign, Weaver of the Sun.
A true apex predator, a Saint-rank overlord, descending upon the Wind Valley…
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