"The opportunity is right here, let's see if he can take it away." The Blood Phoenix spoke, its body shrinking from the size of a massive mountain to just over three feet long, spreading its wings before landing on the cliff.
The temperature was scorching, the cliff frequently spewing fire, and anyone who even slightly touched it could certainly be burned to ashes.
Strangely, those cliffs endured the high temperatures but didn't melt into magma. It was quite unique.
In the flames, the twenty or so vessels hanging on the main cliff glowed, although ancient-looking, they could at a glance be understood as extraordinary items, bearing the aura of ages.
Were these left from long, long ago?
What is the Blood Phoenix clan doing? Why is the blood preserved here, hanging above the cliff?
Undoubtedly, this blood is too precious, any one jar could drive outsiders mad. It's Immortal Blood that can rejuvenate people when bathed in it.
