He looked up, his gaze gradually turning into golden light, burning brightly.
The golden gaze met the phoenix in the void.
In the golden light, every feather of this phoenix was burning.
The color of the flames varied with the distance from its body: fiery red, orange-red, light yellow, golden yellow, light green, dark green, azure blue, blazing white.
The different colors formed a magnificent multicolored flame.
The flames blazed fiercely, gently flickering with a strange rhythm, as if breathing or matching a certain rhythm of the heavens and earth.
He found it hard to determine if this phoenix was illusory, yet he was convinced it was real, impossibly real.
This real and unreal phoenix seemed to be shrouded in a veil, isolating it from gaze, making people overlook it.
His state was peculiar, both burned by her and influenced by the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree, this divine object from another space, thus able to see the phoenix.
