The Final Choice

Inch by inch, the spear was pulled from the Tianhai Divine Empress's abdomen, just like bamboo sprouting from the muddy ground of a forest after the rain. Yet what it carried was not beads of water, but blood. Phoenix blood soaked the spear, soaked her hand, fell on the flagstones at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, and then fiercely burned like sacred flames.

In the light of the flames, her figure was exceptionally clear, her madly dancing black hair and her Phoenix wings cast into an even gloomier darkness.

A ruthless, wrathful, almost insane Phoenix cry spread from the peak of the Mausoleum of Books to every part of the world. In an instant, it enveloped the entire capital. Many cultivators of lower cultivation were immediately knocked unconscious, and some people that were too close exploded, their bodies transforming into blossoms of blood.

The spear was finally pulled completely out and gripped in the Tianhai Divine Empress's hand.