The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

For hundreds of years afterwards, Feng Qimeng never returned home.

If her soul lamp had not been lit all the time, Feng Qizui would have been unable to resist going to look for her.

During the days of training in the clan, Feng Qizui always heard the latest news about the Zhao clan from his fellow clan members, and learned that his sister was doing well outside.

When the brother and sister met again, Feng Qimeng, as the Zhao clan leader and comrade-in-arms, personally escorted Feng Liaoyuan's body back to the Phoenix Territory.

That day, the phoenix's wails reached the sky.

Feng Qizui sat in front of Feng Liaoyuan's grave without moving for a whole month. The volcanic ash buried him like a stone man.

A strong wind blew up, blowing off the volcanic ash and dead branches on Feng Qizui's body.

Feng Qizui heard footsteps.

A flash of white clothes passed by the edge of his sight, and Feng Qimeng, dressed in mourning clothes, came to his side, squatted down, and placed a bunch of fresh flowers picked from somewhere in front of Feng Liaoyuan's grave.

"I'm leaving."

Compared to the outgoing and flamboyant person hundreds of years ago, Feng Qimeng now seems very calm and steady.

Feng Qizui subconsciously grabbed the hem of Feng Qimeng's skirt and asked in a trance, "Where are you going?"

His voice was hoarse: "My mother left me, and you have been separated from me for hundreds of years. Now you want to leave again?"

"Recently, many demon cultivators in the demon world have made rapid progress in strength, but have also fallen into madness and brought about their own destruction. This is extremely unusual. It seems that an unknown force is secretly planning something far-reaching."

"The hexagrams that my mother divined were also chaotic. That force seemed to appear out of thin air. It does not belong to this world and cannot be deduced or calculated using the rules of this world."

Feng Qimeng held Feng Qizui's hand and pulled out her skirt. She said seriously, "We have been investigating this matter. Mother died because of this. I can't give up halfway and let her sacrifice be in vain."

"I will go with you!"

Feng Qizui held Feng Qimeng's hand tightly, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of floating wood.

He looked at Feng Qimeng hopefully, hoping that his sister would agree to his request.

"It's not yet time."

However, Feng Qimeng ruthlessly rejected him.

Feng Qizui asked: "Then when will it be considered as the time?"

Feng Qimeng stared at him with deep eyes: "Wait until I die."

Feng Qizui was shocked and looked at Feng Qimeng in disbelief.

He shook off Feng Qimeng's hand, staggered back a few steps, his eyes red: "You are the only relative I have left, and you actually want to separate from me and leave me alone! You have never considered my feelings at all, what kind of sister are you, what kind of family member are you!"

When Feng Qizui was backing up, he hit a protruding rock and fell to the ground in a mess.

He picked up the stone and threw it at Feng Qimeng while crying: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Amid Feng Qizui's roar, Feng Qimeng seemed to want to say something but stopped. Finally, he sighed, turned around and left.

However, before Feng Qimeng could fly out of the Phoenix territory, Feng Qizui stumbled after her and hugged her from behind.

"Don't go! Sister, I was wrong...I was wrong! Don't go, don't go..."

Feng Qizui choked with sobs.

As soon as Feng Qimeng turned around, he regretted it and immediately chased after her.

"Sister, do you know? During the month I sat in front of my mother's grave, I kept thinking about the last time I saw her. Because of my greed for merit in cultivation, something went wrong and I was lying in bed unable to move. I couldn't see her off, so I could only say a few words, asking her to be careful on the road and come back soon."

"I regret it."

"If I had held on that day, it would not have been impossible for me to send her off, it would just have been more painful."

Feng Qizui sobbed and repeated, "Sister, I'm so sorry."

Feng Qimeng was silent, turned around and hugged Feng Qizui.

"Sister, you and I haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. I don't want to remember that the last time we met was when I told you to get lost in the next few hundred years."

Feng Qizui cried even harder. He grabbed Feng Qimeng's clothes and begged, "Sister, please, don't die... Please, come back alive, don't let today be the last time we meet, okay?"

"This month, I have only been thinking about my mother's death and have not had a chance to talk to you properly."

"But you and I have been separated for hundreds of years, and we have hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of words to say."

“We didn’t say a word.”

Feng Qizui choked up: "Don't die, live well, please."

"Qizui."

Feng Qimeng touched Feng Qizui's long hair, but did not respond to his words. She only whispered: "Take good care of yourself, practice hard, and become stronger as soon as possible. We... no, this world, probably don't have much time left."

Before Feng Liaoyuan died, she told Feng Qimeng that the demon cultivator who died with her said to her at the last moment:

"No matter how hard the ants struggle, if they pour a bucket of hot water on you, you will all die! They - the great gods -"

“It’s already very close to this world!”

Although I don’t know who the “They” and “Gods” the demon cultivator is referring to.

But these words also confirmed Feng Liaoyuan's divination, that a force from outer space was colluding with the demon world to play a big game.

Billions of beings in the three realms are all chess pieces, all...

Ants!

Feng Qi Meng couldn't even tell Feng Qi Zui about this.

Because when Feng Liaoyuan said this to her, she could feel that some eyes from outside were staring at her.

Feng Qimeng guessed that if she thought about "them" or mentioned "them", she would be noticed by "them".

I'm afraid she doesn't have much time left.

Feng Qimeng wiped away the tears from Feng Qizui's face and smiled at him gently: "Sister is leaving."

Feng Qizui held her hand tightly, as if he noticed her determination and was unwilling to let her go.

In the end, Feng Qizui could only shed tears and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister, I wish you... a smooth journey and a speedy return home."

Whether it was Feng Qizui or Feng Qimeng, they all knew that this sentence was a wish, a fantasy, not a farewell, but...

Farewell.

Feng Qimeng left the Phoenix Territory and went deep into the Demon Realm to find out where the so-called "They" came from and how they were connected with the demon cultivators.

After some twists and turns, Feng Qimeng found an important clue and planned to leave the demon world with the jade slip containing the information.

However, Feng Qimeng still underestimated "Them".

"They" have long been eyeing Feng Qimeng, and nothing Feng Qimeng does in the demon world escapes "their" eyes.

It was “they” who intentionally condoned Feng Qimeng to find out about these things.

Then, when Feng Qimeng thought that the mission was accomplished and wanted to leave, "They" sent down the so-called oracle, summoning the demon cultivators to surround and kill Feng Qimeng.

All the Zhao clan members who went deep into the demon world with Feng Qimeng died in the bloody battle.

She fled in a panic for several days, but was still a long way from the passage between the two worlds.

Feng Qimeng knew that she was being treated as a prey and teased by "them". She was filled with hatred but could do nothing.

When she was blocked on the cliff by the evil cultivators, Feng Qimeng knew that she was at the end of her rope.

"Why are you pretending to be dying?"

A demon cultivator laughed strangely: "Aren't you a phoenix? Phoenixes can fly. Even if I force you to jump down, you can still fly away, right? Little phoenix, jump down and let us see your true form. It is said that the phoenix is ​​gorgeous and beautiful, but I have never seen one..."

"boom!"

However, a fire fell from the sky and burned the demon cultivator into charcoal.

High in the sky, a gigantic phoenix with a wingspan of over a thousand meters radiates light like the sun.

Phoenix laughed sarcastically: "Now you see it - if your burnt eyes can still see."

Above the phoenix, in the deep, dark clouds, there were vague shadows, as if there were countless phoenixes flying into the sky.

The demon cultivators below also heard the phoenix cries that were like waves and came crashing down like the sky falling.