All for naught

The ancestor of the Flame Skin Race delivered an attack at the most crucial moment, completely interrupting the fusion of the True Phoenix's remnant soul and the little red bird. There was only one chance, and it was also the only chance that the True Phoenix's remnant soul had obtained in millions and millions of years to deceive the heavens.

If he missed this opportunity, there would be no next time.

"Man proposes, God disposes," the True Phoenix's remnant soul said with a sigh. There was an indescribably tragic expression on his face.

"Hahahaha, you've finally tasted the bitter fruit, haven't you?!" The Flame Skin Race's ancestor laughed loudly, and said, "Come, kill me. In any case, I've already ruined your plans to reincarnate, so I can leave with no worries. I'm going to meet my eight old brothers!"