The Palace of Azure Sea and Cloud Radiance, Luminous Heaven.
Phoenix pushed open the several zhang-tall palace gates, stepped over the gilded, jade-inlaid threshold, and before him unfolded a vast, high hall paved with bronze-cast golden bricks. At the forefront, statues of various Buddhas and deities, some smiling, some angry, in differing postures, rose majestically, their golden bodies soaring into the clouds.
These tall, majestic, and immensely radiant divine statues, seemingly capable of crashing down at any moment, instilled fear with just a glance. It felt as if, unless you knelt and wholly converted, the next moment a Vajra’s wrath would descend with a thunderous roar, crushing you to dust and splattering your brains.
Phoenix walked through the eerily empty hall of golden bricks and stopped before one of the Venerable statues. He lit incense, bowed, and stepped back half a pace.
Golden light immediately manifested before the Venerable statue, slowly outlining a lotus platform, over a zhang high, in the void. Seated upon it was Venerable Bhadra, with his hands pressed together in prayer, his countenance solemn.
“You have finally come, Phoenix Wisdom King.” The Venerable settled himself, bowed slightly, and said, “I thought you would never return to the Heavenly Dao. Is that Zhou Hui waiting for you outside?”
He did not use “that demon creature” but directly called Zhou Hui by name, causing a slight flicker in Phoenix’s eyes. Phoenix returned the bow. “Yes. Some time ago, due to the Demon King’s disrespect, I misunderstood your decree, Venerable…”
Venerable Bhadra waved his hand, indicating it was fine. “So, Your Highness has returned to Luminous Heaven to see me because you have discovered the anomaly within yourself?”
Phoenix remained silent for a moment, seeming to find it difficult to speak.
“My temper has been volatile recently. I suddenly lose all consciousness. One night, I even tried to kill Zhou Hui…”
It was late one night on the bed. Phoenix, in the midst of intense thrusts, was disoriented. Suddenly, without warning, a powerful surge of rage welled up in his heart, instantly transforming into a fiery current that coursed through his limbs, making him abruptly open his eyes.
Phoenix’s tolerance for pain was actually very high. In the fiery embrace of skin against skin, no matter how intense the pain, he could endure it silently, without even making a sound. However, at that moment, the sudden eruption of wrath was uncontrollable even for himself, as if someone had suddenly taken control of his body, and in an instant, he pushed Zhou Hui away.
Zhou Hui didn’t react quickly enough to understand what was happening. He immediately lunged forward and grabbed Phoenix, asking hoarsely, “Did it hurt? How much does it hurt?”
Phoenix stared straight at him, struggling to say something, but the next moment, he lost consciousness.
When he regained his senses, he saw the bed overturned, chaos everywhere, and the small wooden hut almost completely destroyed. He himself held a blade in his hand, his wrist firmly grasped by Zhou Hui, who held him down on the ground, his body drenched in cold sweat that almost soaked his robes.
“What… what happened?” Phoenix said blankly. Then he noticed several long scratches on Zhou Hui’s chest and abdomen, deep enough to expose bone, almost tearing out his internal organs. Blood mixed with shredded flesh flowed all over the floor.
Phoenix abruptly sat up: “Zhou Hui! What happened to you?! What is going on?!”
Zhou Hui, however, covered his wounds with one hand and held Phoenix in his embrace with the other, trembling as he patted Phoenix’s sweat-drenched back: “It’s nothing, you just passed out… It’s nothing, it’s over now…”
Afterward, Phoenix learned that after losing consciousness that night, he suddenly began to attack Zhou Hui like a madman, his moves vicious and his face expressionless, like a puppet controlled by someone. Everything had been done by him without his awareness.
If Zhou Hui had reacted even slightly slower, he would now be a corpse.
Zhou Hui recuperated for some time but said nothing, finding ways to cheer up the gloomy Phoenix every day. He genuinely seemed not to mind the incident. A few days later, he rebuilt the small wooden hut, hauling dozens of huge logs from the red demon forest to saw and construct, thereby proving to Phoenix that the small injuries were nothing and were almost healed.
Under his demeanor, Phoenix, though inwardly terrified, managed to maintain a semblance of calm on the surface.
Until a few nights ago, the same thing happened again.
Phoenix spoke vaguely, not detailing the circumstances under which he lost consciousness each time. Venerable Bhadra also didn’t press for details. After a moment of thought, he said, “The last time I summoned Your Highness back to Sumeru Mountain, it was because I remembered a related issue… If I’m not mistaken, when your soul is weakened to a certain extent, your consciousness might be controlled by another person.”
He didn’t say who, but Phoenix understood instantly, his face immediately changing: “He wants to kill Zhou Hui?”
Venerable Bhadra closed his eyes and did not answer.
“No, if Sakyamuni truly intended to kill Zhou Hui, it would be effortless. Why would he use such a method?!”
Silence fell over the great hall. The Venerable remained silent for a long while, seeming to hesitate.
“…I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “I have cultivated Buddhism for ten thousand years and felt I had fully comprehended the Buddha’s heart. But ever since the Buddha entered Buzhou Mountain and brought you back to the Thirty-Three Heavens, I have increasingly felt that something about the Buddha is becoming different…”
The Venerable paused, then said, “Especially… in matters concerning you, Your Highness.”
Phoenix was slightly stunned.
Sandalwood incense wafted through the Buddhist hall, like unseen clouds and smoke. The Heavenly Dao Buddhist hall had always been resplendent with gold and jewels, something the white mountains and black waters of the Four Evil Paths could never compare to. Zhou Hui’s humble wooden hut on Buzhou Mountain, before such a majestic and wealthy pagoda, probably wouldn’t even qualify as an outhouse.
However, as Phoenix stood on the pure gold tiles that covered the entire Buddhist hall, surrounded by precious sandalwood incense rarely seen in the mortal world, he felt a chill throughout his body.
“Forgive my frankness,” the Venerable said gently, “has Your Highness fallen for this Hell demon out of true love, or is it because he is outside of karma, and therefore your fated one?”
At that moment, what suddenly appeared in Phoenix’s mind was not the eternal wind and snow of the divine palace on Xueba Peak, but the humble hut on the desolate plain of Buzhou Mountain, blooming with red demon flowers, and those fiery, real embraces amidst intense pain.
“…I don’t know,” Phoenix murmured. “I still… don’t know.”
The Venerable looked at Phoenix on the ground. A person with such great wisdom and perfect enlightenment, whose eyes had always been of profound understanding and compassion, now showed no less confusion than Phoenix.
“Your Highness, if you insist on remaining in Hell, it may lead to more unpredictable consequences. If you are controlled again, you might truly lose control and kill Zhou Hui; and if Zhou Hui defends himself and harms you, he will be directly struck down into dust by heavenly wrath.”
The Venerable sighed, saying, “The best course of action now is to first return to Sumeru Mountain to quell this storm. Later, if a solution truly cannot be found, you can seal your six senses and isolate your soul, which would also prevent the possibility of being controlled… What do you say?”
Phoenix stood blankly for a while, his mind a void.
After a long moment, he said softly, “I’ll think about it.”
Outside the palace of Azure Sea and cloud radiance, nine-zhang-high platform.
Zhou Hui sat on the white jade steps, one hand supporting his forehead, the other resting on his blade, gazing idly at the churning sea of clouds below.
The Snow Mountain Goddess, clad in brocade and silver hair, slowly ascended the steps. As she passed Zhou Hui, her footsteps paused slightly. Her eyes, filled with flowing light, asked with a smile, “Waiting for Phoenix Wisdom King?”
Zhou Hui recognized her as the woman who had stood on the city wall that day during the battle and knew that she allegedly had an engagement with Phoenix. He lazily raised an eyebrow: “What do you want?”
“Nothing, just seeing what a Hell demon looks like.” The Snow Mountain Goddess casually observed Zhou Hui, her gaze lingering on his strong shoulders and arms. She smiled, “I’ve also been to the Hell Blood Sea. I know that among the demon tribe, only the women are captivating and beautiful; the men are mostly ugly. I just didn’t expect a demon who cultivated a human form to be so handsome… Have you ever seen demon women?”
“I have. Why?”
The goddess’s tone was slightly provocative: “How do they compare to me?”
At this point, only a fool wouldn’t understand.
Zhou Hui’s first reaction was actually one of absurdity, but then, the opportunism and cunning inherent in a demon’s nature caused an almost impossible plan to flash through his mind.
“…The Demon Path is, after all, a demonic path,” he paused, then said lazily, “You are a Heavenly Dao goddess, why compare yourself to them?”
The Snow Mountain Goddess gracefully traced her eye with a slender finger, seeming to have heard her most satisfactory answer, and revealed a charming and alluring smile.
“You certainly know how to talk, no wonder you moved Phoenix Wisdom King… Do you know? You have good taste. Phoenix Wisdom King’s soul fire is exceptionally pure, excellent for cultivation. Even a celestial being of my rank sometimes envies it.”
She leaned in close, staring into Zhou Hui’s eyes. From this angle, a tender expanse of her chest was revealed, dazzlingly white: “Precisely because of this, Sumeru Mountain will not allow Phoenix Wisdom King to stay in Hell for too long. You should be prepared—make good use of your time to cultivate, handsome.”
Zhou Hui’s gaze shifted slightly, but he only saw her wink at him in a highly provocative manner, then stand up and brush past him.
Zhou Hui’s brow twitched. He abruptly turned his head and indeed saw that Venerable Bhadra was no longer in the distant Buddhist hall. Phoenix was turning his head, observing everything.
His face showed no expression, but he must have seen the entire scene.
The Snow Mountain Goddess walked gracefully, stepping over the high threshold of the Buddhist hall, and glided elegantly towards Phoenix Wisdom King. She seemed to say a few words with a smile. Phoenix looked at Zhou Hui, then shook his head.
The goddess’s expression remained unchanged, however, as she continued to persuade him with a smile. It was about the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea before Phoenix nodded, replied briefly, and then walked past her out of the Buddhist hall.
Zhou Hui looked behind him, just as the Snow Mountain Goddess’s gaze fell upon him, revealing a confident, sexually provocative smile.
“I just…” Zhou Hui stepped forward to explain, but was then interrupted by Phoenix: “I might need to return to Sumeru Mountain.”
Zhou Hui’s peripheral vision caught sight of the Snow Mountain Goddess not far away, and his expression changed slightly: “Why?”
His worry was quite evident, but Phoenix was preoccupied and didn’t notice his reaction.
“…There are some matters on Sumeru Mountain…” he said softly, “…I must resolve them before I can return to Hell…”
The year Phoenix returned to Sumeru Mountain
Many things happened that year.
Actually, for someone like Phoenix, who could kneel for hundreds of years in meditation, a few days and a few years made no difference. Time, for him, was both chaotic and still. He often overlooked the passage of time in meditation; after all, he was the only one in the divine palace, and no one would notice his disappearance even if he didn’t appear for hundreds or even thousands of years.
However, for Zhou Hui, that year’s widespread strife and various absurdities were etched into his memory.
His past with the Snow Mountain Goddess, Sakti, occurred that year, quickly achieving the result he desired—Sakti proposed to the Three World Wisdom King that she wanted to dissolve her engagement with Phoenix Wisdom King and marry into the Hell Blood Sea instead.
Before The Three World Wisdom King could erupt in anger, news spread throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens: Phoenix Wisdom King furiously unleashed true fire from the peak of the glaciers, burning Sakti’s divine palace to ashes.
—This completely defied everyone’s expectations.
Phoenix Wisdom King, this being who resided high in the forbidden mountain peak, only manifesting his presence when clearing Hell; this being who was rumored to be as silent, resolute, and emotionless as the eternal glaciers, often not speaking a word for hundreds or even thousands of years; he actually descended into a rage over this trivial matter, and without uttering a single word, burned down the palace symbolizing the Snow Mountain Goddess’s status in the Heavenly Dao.
Subsequently, Phoenix Wisdom King once again descended from Sumeru Mountain, resolutely leaving the Thirty-Three Heavens.
It is said that when Phoenix Wisdom King left, the Three World Wisdom King, accompanied by the Snow Mountain Goddess, intercepted him on the Silver Sea of Jambu-dvipa. At that time, the sea stretched for thousands of miles, shimmering with silver light. Phoenix, treading on a lotus, confronted the Three World and the Snow Mountain Goddess, and coldly asked, “What do you intend?”
Zhou Hui stepped forward towards him, but Phoenix raised a hand to stop him: “It’s none of your business.”
When he said this, his face was cold and emotionless. Zhou Hui immediately paused, saying futilely, “I…”
—The Snow Mountain Goddess watched Zhou Hui from the side, a nameless fury rising in her heart. Even if she had another brain, she couldn’t have imagined that this handsome, cold, and unpredictable man would act like this in front of Phoenix Wisdom King, almost as if he had become a completely different person!
the Three World Wisdom King noticed something was amiss and immediately stepped forward to block the Snow Mountain Goddess. Barely suppressing his anger, he looked directly at Phoenix Wisdom King: “Phoenix! You have presumptuously burned Sakti’s divine palace. Today, I am here to ask, how do you intend to explain this matter? Do you believe that because the Phoenix Divine Palace is high in the forbidden grounds, we, the Five Great Wisdom Kings of Esoteric Buddhism, cannot burn it back, is that right?!”
Zhou Hui wanted to say something again, but Phoenix interrupted him: “Yes.”
“You—!”
“I burned it. What are you going to do about it?”
Phoenix’s tone was unrestrained, completely unlike his usual taciturn demeanor.
the Three World Wisdom King, unable to save face in front of Zhou Hui, became enraged and immediately shouted, “You have left Sumeru Mountain without authorization and destroyed the Snow Mountain Divine Palace. This matter cannot be settled so easily! If you dare to defy the Heavenly Dao and the Buddha’s decree again, today’s situation will surely not end well!”
“—Oh, how will it ‘not end well’?”
the Three World Wisdom King thought for a moment and said, “Unless you return to Sumeru Mountain now and beg the Buddha for forgiveness concerning the burning of the divine palace, otherwise I can also bring down heavenly thunder. At that time, the vast Silver Sea will be devastated for thousands of miles. Don’t blame me if I truly—”
A faint, slightly mocking smile flashed in Phoenix’s eyes.
He spread his hands. Dark clouds covered the sky, lightning flashed abruptly, and the suddenly gloomy sea surface glowed with layers of blood-red light. From the deep sea, the roar of ancient Phoenixes echoed through heaven and earth. A colossal black shadow slowly emerged from the water, causing terrifying, dull tremors.
“Truly what?” Phoenix asked.
Countless black shadows emerged beneath his pale skin, like magical chains crisscrossing within his body, and a faint emerald light flickered in his eyes, creating an eerie, beautiful, and terrifying sight.
Zhou Hui had never seen Phoenix like this and could not hide his astonishment.
the Three World Wisdom King took half a step back.
“Extremely… extremely evil form…” he said softly, his voice trailing off with obvious disbelief: “You’re insane, you actually dared to manifest your extremely evil form…!”
“I have tolerated for too long, so much so that you all believe I am weak and can take my things without restraint…”
Phoenix raised his head. In the fierce wind, his long hair broke free from his headband, and his broad robes billowed violently like wings. Lightning struck down from the sky, causing towering waves to rise from the sea around him. Countless blue-glowing currents in the white water, like thousands of tiny snakes, sizzled and spread, instantly covering the entire sea.
“What is rightfully mine,” Phoenix slightly raised his head, his expression stubborn, “is mine.”
He pointed forward, and the Three World Wisdom King instantly pulled the Snow Mountain Goddess back, retreating rapidly—
But it was already too late. Ten thousand pounds of lightning, following his direction, poured forth like a ferocious light dragon, overwhelming everything!
Phoenix Wisdom King, in his extremely evil form, greatly defeated the Three World on the East Sea of Jambu-dvipa. The tsunami even shook the foothills of Sumeru Mountain thousands of miles away.
Subsequently, Phoenix left the Thirty-Three Heavens and once again descended to Hell’s Buzhou Mountain.
The Little Wooden Hut on Buzhou Mountain.
When Phoenix returned to the little wooden hut on Buzhou Mountain, he had regained his calm. His entire white robe was soaked through by seawater, tangled with his black hair and clinging tightly to his body, making him appear extremely thin, his shoulders showing only bone.
He sat on the bed with his knees bent, motionless, like a beautiful yet lifeless statue of ice and snow.
Zhou Hui handed him a dry cloth, but he showed no reaction. Zhou Hui then gently took off his wet robes. Phoenix did not resist, very submissively and silently putting on dry clothes.
It was Zhou Hui’s gray outer robe, which appeared especially large on Phoenix, the neckline revealing a particularly prominent collarbone. Zhou Hui slowly dried his hair with the cloth, being very careful not to tug on his strands, and asked, “Does it hurt?”
Phoenix shook his head.
“Do you… have anything you want to tell me?”
Phoenix remained silent for a long time. Just when Zhou Hui thought he wouldn’t speak again, he heard him ask softly, “Do you like Sakti?”
Zhou Hui put down the cloth, knelt before Phoenix, and looked up at him earnestly, saying, “I hope you don’t marry her. I love you, and I don’t want you to return to the Heavenly Dao…”
Phoenix’s eyes had long, slightly upturned outer corners, making them appear radiant when his gaze shifted. But when he stared quietly at something, he was often very focused, as if at that moment, nothing else in the world existed except that object.
There was no hint of worldly concerns, no trace of murderous intent.
Such a gaze easily made one forget that he had cleared the Blood Sea, flattened Hell, and shot dead the Great Demon King with a single arrow. Such a focused and serene gaze easily made one fall deeply into it involuntarily, as if even one’s soul would drown within.
Zhou Hui stared at him unblinkingly, holding his wet hands, as solemnly as he had proposed that day, and asked, “Do you… do you love me, Your Highness?”
Do you love me? Phoenix thought.
And how long can that thing called love be preserved amidst the bleak reality of utter chaos?
A deep sense of powerlessness suddenly swept over him, just like the pervasive weariness with fate that had haunted him in his day-to-day lonely existence before he knew Zhou Hui.
Phoenix gently closed his eyes.
His display of the extremely evil form against Sakti in front of Zhou Hui was originally driven by a reckless impulse, a “what-the-hell” attitude. After regaining his senses, he had initially wanted to test Zhou Hui’s reaction, but suddenly, he felt it was unnecessary.
Zhou Hui closely watched Phoenix’s expression, and at this moment, he finally couldn’t help but ask, “Do you still care about the Snow Mountain Goddess? If so, I can go to Sumeru Mountain right now—”
“…No,” Phoenix paused, then said softly, “It’s fine.”
Anyway… it won’t always be mine, he thought.
Blocking the Six Senses.
Phoenix finally abandoned the slow process of cultivating his soul. After returning to Buzhou Mountain, he began to resist the mind control from Formless Heaven by blocking his six senses.
For a long time afterward, that period remained an unbearable memory for Zhou Hui.
It wasn’t that Phoenix was like a corpse and had no interaction with him at all. In fact, Phoenix primarily blocked his six senses while on the bed. Although his spiritual platform was still active, he was in a daze, like an obedient puppet doll, letting Zhou Hui do as he pleased.
Zhou Hui said nothing, but he felt very bad inwardly.
He didn’t know why Phoenix had agreed to him, why he had descended from the high divine palace to the Four Evil Paths for him, enduring the hot, chaotic, and sunless life of the Hell Blood Sea. Just as he didn’t know today why Phoenix would rather seal his five senses than silently and obediently endure his evidently unwelcome intimacy.
The only comfort for him was that Phoenix still relied heavily on his embrace, even more so than before, craving hot skin-to-skin contact.
Sometimes, looking at him sleeping deeply with closed eyes, Zhou Hui even had an illusion that Phoenix actually very much wanted him to be by his side. It was as if Phoenix even cherished the slightest pain he caused.
The Unseen Storm.
Phoenix’s display of the extremely evil form on the East Sea of Jambu-dvipa unexpectedly did not draw down heavenly thunder; it didn’t even cause a ripple.
After the Three World Wisdom King returned to Sumeru Mountain with the Snow Mountain Goddess, the incident vanished without a trace, as if suddenly suppressed.
However, Zhou Hui was not naive enough to believe the matter was over. He was even mentally prepared to wander the world with Phoenix from then on. But when he cautiously probed Phoenix’s thoughts, he felt that Phoenix didn’t seem to care much about what kind of heavenly punishment he might incur.
He seemed genuinely indifferent.
It was only much later that Zhou Hui realized Phoenix paid very little attention to his surroundings, as if he had no particular interest in anything, only immersed in his own secret and tranquil inner world. He had been puzzled by this, had raged, and had tried with very intense, even violent, means to forcibly pull Phoenix out of that invisible world, but the situation only slightly improved, not fundamentally resolving the problem.
—He tried to recall when this situation began, and he thought of this very time.
Phoenix’s emotions, after a brief outburst, quickly turned into desolate ashes. It seemed that that one outburst had already burned away all his passion, and whatever remained, was carefully hidden deep within his heart, in a place no one knew, cautiously, not letting anyone see.
“Let heavenly punishment come,” he only lowered his eyes in response to Zhou Hui’s probing, saying, “At most, it will kill me. I can still undergo nirvana, so… it doesn’t matter.”
However, Zhou Hui could not face this matter with such a passive attitude.
After nirvana, Phoenix would form a jade embryo, be reborn and grow again, all his past becoming ashes, and he might never recognize Zhou Hui again.
Zhou Hui strictly protected Phoenix. Whether Phoenix was in a dazed state with his six senses sealed or was clear-headed with autonomous ability, Zhou Hui forcefully kept him by his side. If Phoenix even slightly left his sight, Zhou Hui would immediately go find him, as if fearing he might suddenly get lost and never return.
Phoenix did not resist. Many times, he would sit on the wooden platform by the door, tilting his head, watching Zhou Hui busy himself with various tasks, his gaze quietly following the man, sometimes for an entire day.
Zhou Hui worried that Phoenix would feel bored and annoyed, after all, Hell’s sky was gloomy, the air pungent, and Buzhou Mountain was near the Blood Sea, where ugly, grotesque demons often ran up, tearing at bloody chunks of meat. However, Phoenix was indifferent to all of this. He was only attentive when watching Zhou Hui, as if genuinely interested in whatever he was doing.
One time, Zhou Hui hunted a paoxiao (a mythical beast) and was roasting it. Phoenix sat nearby, propping his head, and after a long while suddenly asked, “Why don’t you eat raw food?”
Zhou Hui was fundamentally a Hell demon, and Hell demons typically ate raw meat directly. But eating raw demon meat for too long would cause a strong, unpleasant, metallic smell to emanate from the entire body. Later, when Phoenix came to Buzhou Mountain, Zhou Hui learned to make fires and eat cooked food like humans.
“I always roast it,” Zhou Hui lied. “Eating raw meat is something only low-level Hell demons do.”
Phoenix gave a silent “oh” and nodded.
His gaze rested on the raw meat turning over the fire, seeming a little curious. Zhou Hui remembered that Phoenix hadn’t drunk a single sip of water or eaten anything since he came to Buzhou Mountain, and a faint worry suddenly surfaced. He asked, “Do you want to try some?”
Phoenix seemed a little hesitant.
“Paoxiao meat is very tender, it’s fine. Just a bite. If you can’t swallow it, just spit it out.”
Zhou Hui selected a small, tender piece of meat with a good balance of fat and lean from the paoxiao‘s abdomen, cut it with his knife, and offered it to him. Phoenix, however, did not reach out to take it. He sniffed it with his nose, seemingly a little unaccustomed, and after a moment of hesitation, tentatively picked it up with his teeth.
The next second, he directly spat the meat out of his mouth, covered his mouth tightly, and buried his face in his knees.
Zhou Hui rushed over, cupped his face, and brought water for him to rinse his mouth, but Phoenix shook his head, his face flushed red, refusing. After a long while, he waited for the taste in his mouth to dissipate, then looked at the meat on the ground and said sadly, “I’m sorry, I can’t get used to this…”
Zhou Hui’s heart suddenly sank, but he said nothing, leaning down to kiss Phoenix’s temple.
We have to move out of the Hell Path, he thought.
However, Zhou Hui had lived in the Hell Path for many years, and moving out was not something that could be accomplished in a few days. More troublesome was that the environments of the Hungry Ghost Path and Animal Path might not be better than Hell. The Human Realm was filled with war and suffering, and the Asura Path would absolutely never accept a Hell demon who had unprecedentedly cultivated a human form. For now, there was only one place to go.
—The Heavenly Dao.
There were many spatial rifts at the boundary between the Heavenly Dao and the Four Evil Paths. For example, the lowest layer of the Thirty-Three Heavens, Luminous Heaven, was uninhabited outside the Heavenly Palace, making it a good hiding place.
Zhou Hui therefore made the decision to head north to Luminous Heaven. Phoenix accepted without any objection.
Later, recalling this relocation, it should have been the first step in Zhou Hui and the Heavenly Dao reaching a compromise, and his reasoning was not incorrect. However, at the time, it made Zhou Hui regret it greatly, because it almost brought fatal danger to Phoenix.
—Because the Snow Mountain Goddess, Sakti, immediately followed them.
