The egg sat in complete stillness before Xiao Ming. Its obsidian surface gleamed with faint silver veins, pulsing like a heartbeat—slow, ancient, and dormant.
The meteor had already thinned significantly, having been drained near dry by the silent egg beneath it. Yet today, that silence was certain to end. It was time for the Shadow Phoenix to make a grand entry into the world once more.
The members of the Heaven-Blood Clan, from Tian Ming and Tian Mei down to even the least present, watched with bated breath.
Thankfully, under Xue Mao's guidance, they had cast a Heaven Obscuring Formation to blur the signs and senses of the immortals above.
Tian Ming clearly stated he could discern their filthy auras and knew they were likely seeking a method to crack open the underground seal from above.
