Chapter 1720 — The Heavenly Gate's Divine Fire Burns My Soul
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 5 of 5
" But it was already too late. Yiluo Heavenly King's order became the death warrant of the Heavenly Court's army; had the Heavenly Court's gods and demons not retreated, but formed their ranks, they could still have withstood the might of the Ancestral Southern Heavenly Gate's dao fire.
Their strength was immense, and the Heavenly Court's formations were profound; though not as exquisite as Jing Ping's formations, in formation they could still have fought the Vermilion Bird. But Yiluo Heavenly King was, after all, no Heavenly Master; his judgment of the situation was not the equal of Shang Pingyin's.
With that retreat, the protection of the formations was gone; the Vermilion Bird beat her wings, and the dao fire of the Southern Heavenly Gate turned at once, roaring and surging, drowning everyone!
Countless Heavenly Court gods and demons struggled and fled in the dao fire, turning to flying ash as they fled; who knows how many gods and demons sent their primal spirits flying free of their bodies, only to become ash before they could escape the dao fire!
"I am Bai Yuqiong! " The Vermilion Bird's cry came from the sky; her vast form, burning with dao fire, flew through the sea of flame formed by the Southern Heavenly Gate and the dao fire, and beat her wings in pursuit of Yiluo Heavenly King, who had turned into a great roc and fled with his heavenly palaces on his back!
Under heaven, the swiftest god is not the nine-headed phoenix, the Red Emperor Qi Xiayu, nor the ancient god the Great Sun Star Lord, famed for his speed, and still less the patriarch of the Golden-Winged Roc clan, Yiluo Heavenly King. It is the Southern Emperor, Vermilion Bird, who rides the dao fire in flight!
When the Southern Emperor, Vermilion Bird, flies, the dao fire twists countless spaces, and to every heaven she comes on a beat of her wings! "I am Bai Yuqiong, Bai Yuqiong of the human race!
" The Vermilion Bird beat her wings and caught up with Yiluo Heavenly King's primal spirit; in a few rises and falls his primal spirit was torn to shreds, then turned to ash by the dao fire, burned into the black sand of the soul.
The Vermilion Bird flew back on beating wings, alighted on the prow of the slave ship, her body growing smaller and smaller, and cried bitterly to the sky: "I am Bai Yuqiong, Bai Yuqiong of the human race—" Her eyes showed bewilderment; memories of every kind, tangled and confused, poured in ceaselessly, leaving her mind in chaos.
"I am Bai Yuqiong, Bai Yuqiong of the human race. .
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" She seemed to know only how to repeat this sentence, without knowing what it meant; she could only cry her grief over and over, striving to recall the past. Behind her, a little girl of the Southern Heaven human race summoned her courage, stepped forward, and reached out a trembling hand; the dao fire was not as scorching as the girl had imagined—rather, it was gentle.
The little girl stroked her feathers lightly, trying to calm her. She turned her head and looked at the child, her eyes still full of bewilderment: "I am Bai Yuqiong, Bai Yuqiong of the human race.
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" "You are Bai Yuqiong of the human race," the girl said to her. The Vermilion Bird grew calm.
The Southern Emperor, Vermilion Bird, possessed memories of billions of years; when the Vermilion Bird's soul awakened, the Southern Emperor's memories awakened as well.
Bai Yuqiong's mere one hundred and ninety-seven lives of memory were utterly scattered, all her memories in wild disorder. She could no longer remember who she was.
"I am Bai Yuqiong," the Vermilion Bird would still say now and then. She remembered only that in her heart there was a man's voice, and that voice had become a belief, bidding her guard this land of Southern Heaven and the people upon it.