Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Luo Qingyan rolled her eyes and wondered, could it be that I sold it to you?

I thought it was most important to continue practicing, so I bent down to pick up stones and prepared to continue practicing.

"Is this what you came to see me to say?"

Xuan Yi said helplessly, "Huo Huo was seriously injured. I may have to leave for a while."

Luo Qingyan's hand to pick up the stone suddenly stopped.

"When I found him, he only had one breath left. I need to go to the top of the snow mountain where Suzaku's body is sealed to see if there is a way to make his clone stay in the world for a while longer." Xuan Yi held on. Seeing that she didn't break free from Luo Qingyan's hand, she felt a little happy. "After you go to heaven, I'm afraid we will be separated for a long time..."

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Huo Yan was at Xuan Yi's place and was seriously injured. Luo Qingyan took a deep breath and raised her head to meet his gaze.

"You mean to say that Flame is the clone of the sacred bird Suzaku, and that Flame is now... he... he is going to die?"

Luo Qingyan herself didn't even notice that her voice was raised a few degrees.

Xuan Yi looked at her with mist in his eyes, and his breathing was trembling.

Her eyes shone with deep reluctance, and she knew she could not accept this cruel reality.

The flickering firelight reflected the faces of the two people, as if they were witnessing an irreversible fate.

After about a minute of silence, Xuan Yi nodded. He didn't want to make up a nice lie to trick her into making her happy. In fact, the flame itself is just a clone of Suzaku. Even if it is immortal, it will return to its original form sooner or later. Although it would be cruel to say it now, it would be better than having to face the flames suddenly disappearing in front of her later.

"Are you telling me that my flame is going to die soon?"

Luo Qingyan's tears fell down like broken beads. It seemed as if every one of them hit Xuan Yi's heart. It made him feel distressed.

"Qingyan, he is a clone of Suzaku. Sooner or later, he will disappear and return to his true form. Now that the flame is dead, it is just a clone of Suzaku that has disappeared. Don't be too sad, he is just an illusory clone!"

Luo Qingyan shook her head wildly, covered her ears and backed away. She stepped on a stone and fell to the ground.

"No! He's not a clone! He's mine! How could he disappear, how could he die?! I didn't allow him to die, how could he dare to die!"

Luo Qingyan burst into tears and roared. Her tears seemed to be able to tear apart time and space and make the disappearing shadow reappear. But the people standing next to her could only stare helplessly, letting the tears flow, and letting the grief in their hearts surge freely.

Xuan Yi watched with distress as Luo Qingyan cried and fussed like crazy. He wanted to comfort her, but she threw away his outstretched hand, "You lied to me! Did you lie to me?! Flame How could he die?! He was still fine when he left!"

"He was captured by Feng Lishang and drained the blood from his body. He used his Suzaku blood to revive the comatose Feng Ying. The flames relied on the original essence of the body to retain their breath, but , I have tried all means, but I can't make him recover, and there is not even any improvement at all. Qingyan, I really tried my best..."

Xuan Yi hugged Luo Qingyan, no matter how she beat or pushed her, he just held her tightly, letting her vent the pain in her heart.