How could the true Phoenix bloodline allow itself to be manipulated because of an illusory Fate Design?
Su Nanzhi never liked to listen to this so-called arrangement and destiny.
Destiny made her lose the chance to climb, yet she insisted on standing at the peak, overlooking this world.
Even if it was unfair, even if it was dark, she was unafraid. Destiny does not give the weak a chance, but it cannot do anything to those who do not believe in fate.
The Phoenix illusion could harm Su Nanzhi, yet her blades were useless against it. Su Nanzhi reached out, slicing the ten fingers of her left hand with the bronze knife, leading two crimson blood droplets to emerge from her fingertips. Using blood as a guide, she formed seals with her ten fingers.
A series of incomprehensible words murmured from her mouth, transforming into substantial golden complex inscriptions that continually expanded, with a disquieting blood-red glint shining within the gold.
