That figure vanished in the blink of an eye, and even Wang Yuxian could not be certain whether she had misseen things.
But Wang Yuxian's heart had already begun to panic.
She knew all too well how loyal Chu Feng was — and it was precisely because of that which they feared most was Chu Feng coming back to save them.
If he could bring reinforcements, that would be one thing. But if he could not, then Chu Feng coming back alone would be no different from throwing his life away for nothing.
"Zhuge Yuankong, I'm sure you never imagined you'd die at my hands, did you?"
Sima Xiangtu gazed down at the old Daoist suspended below him, his smiling eyes brimming with smugness.
"As a villain, Sima Xiangtu, you're a passable one."
"But villains always get their retribution. Though I die today, don't forget — I still have a disciple."
"Enjoy your smugness while it lasts, but before long, my disciple Chu Feng will come knocking, and he'll take your miserable life."
The old Daoist spoke.
"Oh? Chu Feng?"
"Now that you mention it, I nearly forgot — that disciple of yours, Chu Feng, is already dead."
Sima Xiangtu said.
"You're lying! Chu Feng can't be dead!"
Wang Yuxian shouted back in rebuttal.
And everyone else's immediate reaction was likewise disbelief.
Yet faced with their doubts, the smile on Sima Xiangtu's face did not diminish in the slightest.
"Speaking of which, that Chu Feng really is a sentimental fool. In order to save you lot, he actually thought to go to the Slaughter Burial Ground and seek help from those Asura evil spirits."
"I'll give him this — Chu Feng did have some tricks up his sleeve. That little child he brought along, named Yaoyao, turned out to be the princess of the Slaughter Burial Ground, seemingly capable of leading the Asura evil spirits out of the burial ground."
"And they very nearly succeeded."
"But what he didn't know was that among the Asura evil spirits of the Slaughter Burial Ground, there were already my people."
"Just when that child Yaoyao was on the verge of success, she was pushed into the Prison Fire of the Slaughter Burial Ground."
"And Chu Feng, to save that child, jumped in right after her."
"But how could he have known that the Prison Fire of the Slaughter Burial Ground could incinerate all things? Even a Half God who fell into it would be reduced to ash in the blink of an eye."
"That Chu Feng fell in, and in the span of a single moment, was burned until not even a single hair remained."
"What a miserable death it was."
Sima Xiangtu said.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuxian, along with Grandmother Yuan Shen, Immortal Aunt Dao Hai, and the others, were all stunned.
The way Sima Xiangtu spoke did not sound like a lie at all.
Wang Yuxian's tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed until she could barely breathe.
How desperately she wished that what she had just seen was not a hallucination, but had truly been Chu Feng.
That would at least mean Chu Feng was still alive — that he had not yet died.
"Lele, what are you crying for? You actually believe the lies this old fool is spinning?"
But just then, a voice suddenly thundered through the void nearby.
Hearing that voice, everyone's hearts jolted, because it was so unbearably familiar.
And when they looked more closely, the color drained from their faces. Not just the old Daoist, Wang Yuxian, and the others — even Sima Xiangtu was filled with shock.
And hiding within his palace quarters, the disciple Ming Ri Prince wore an expression of utter disbelief.
Because standing in the sky not far away was none other than Chu Feng.
"Impossible! I watched with my own eyes as he fell into the Prison Fire — how can he possibly still be alive?"
Ming Ri Prince muttered to himself.
After all, he had not merely heard it through the grapevine — he had personally witnessed Chu Feng plunge into the Prison Fire. In his mind, there was no way Chu Feng could still be alive.