"I am the Phoenix, the undying god!"
"By the command of the Phoenix, I form this covenant with thee, to borrow five thousand years of thy lifespan. Art thou willing?"
The grand and solemn voice resounded, and Chu Ning finally saw the true appearance of the Phoenix.
The Phoenix lay upon a star formation, massive as a mountain. Its feathers, once bright with fiery red luster, were beginning to turn white at the tips.
As the star formation sparkled, green life force intermittently surged into the Phoenix's body. Each influx of this verdant vitality swept over the Phoenix's feathers, restoring a bit of their red brilliance each time.
Alas, this life force was merely a drop in the bucket for the Phoenix; it could only keep the feathers from further whitening, but returning them to their fiery red color was an impossibility.
"Willing!"
After a moment, Chu Ning responded to the Phoenix.
