A blazing ancient tree slowly drifted down from the sky, taking root in Dusk Province.

A nine-headed phoenix bathed in dark-red flames roosted on its branches. The flames abruptly flickered in unison and flared up around the phoenix. When it next emerged, it had transformed into a slender girl roughly seventeen years of age. Donning feathers of the seven colors, bright eyes and teeth gleamed in her face. Her existence alone was an ethereal breath of fresh air.

At the center of her brows, though, was a crimson pattern, which imparted to her a ghostly presence.

“It’s you.” Scarlet Ape’s eyes blazed. When the seal of the dragon nest had broken open, it’d missed many opportunities because of its fight with the nine-headed phoenix, Ghost Dragon, head of the Ingress Island, and the head of the Dark North Sword Sect. Moreover, it hadn’t recovered its full strength until recently.

“It’s me.” The girl smiled. “You may call me Ghost Phoenix.”

As she extended a hand, the Fire Parasol Tree trembled...