Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 348

Chapter 348: ETERNAL PHOENIX FLAMES
“The destruction dragon died because of its arrogance. As for the rest of you, I need your core to ascend,” the man finally replied to Jarrett, his voice calm and measured, carrying the weight of inevitability like a decree from the stars.

“Stop spouting bullshit. No one can go beyond the Primordial realm. Not anymore! The transcendents made it so!” Jarrett rebutted the man’s words, his voice raised in defiance, feathers bristling as he hovered, ready for another clash.

“Your lack of potential and limitation does not equate to mine. Do not place me in the same boat as you,” he answered coolly, his tone laced with quiet disdain, dismissing the phoenix’s protests as the ramblings of the defeated.

The man released his aura completely, increasing the dense pressure within the Primordial realm, a wave of overwhelming presence that thickened the air, making every breath feel like drawing in molten lead.

Jarrett stared at the man in disbelief, unable to comprehend anything, his eyes widening in shock as the sheer magnitude of the power washed over him like an unrelenting tide.

“Impossible… How are you this strong?” Jarrett asked speechlessly, his voice barely a whisper now, the fight draining from him as the reality of his opponent’s superiority settled in like a heavy shroud over his spirit.

“I am the one beyond the heaven itself. I am Chen Mo. Do you really expect my strength to be mediocre?” The man asked, his voice steady and resonant, carrying an undercurrent of quiet arrogance that echoed through the vast expanse of the Primordial realm like a distant thunder rolling across eternal skies.

Within the Primordial realm, everyone felt the aura of the man, a palpable wave of power that washed over them, thick and unyielding, stirring emotions deep within their ancient cores.

Some had envy on their faces, twisted expressions of longing for the heights he had reached.

Some showed respect and admiration, their gazes filled with a reverent glow that acknowledged his unparalleled prowess.

But the prevailing emotion everyone had was respect for the man who was one step away from transcendent rank, a deference born from witnessing a being on the cusp of shattering the boundaries that had confined them all for untold ages.

“When was the last time someone was this close to the transcendent rank? It’s been eons since someone has come close to ascending and leaving this forsaken realm,” a Primordial being voiced out, projecting his sense to the location of Chen Mo, his words laced with a mix of awe and nostalgia that rippled through the ethereal air like faint echoes from a forgotten era.

“Not since the moderators cut the way to ascension,” another one replied, the response heavy with the weight of ancient grievances, as if recalling the moment when the path to greater power was sealed away by inscrutable forces.

“Do you think the moderators will allow him to ascend?” The question hung in the void, tinged with uncertainty, as the beings pondered the implications of such a monumental shift in the balance of existence.

“Stop talking like you don’t know that mad man. Do you really think anyone can stop Chen Mo from ascending?” Came the retort, laced with a grudging admiration for the relentless drive that defined the enigmatic figure before them.

For the first time in a long time, every Primordial being was actively conversing, their voices intertwining in a chorus of speculation and wonder that filled the realm with an unusual vitality.

The feat of Chen Mo was one that happened rarely, a spark of potential that ignited discussions long dormant, drawing even the most reclusive entities into the fray of shared contemplation.

Aetherion remained silent, watching the battle unfold in silence, his presence a stoic shadow amid the growing buzz, eyes fixed intently on the unfolding drama with an unreadable expression etched on his timeless features.

The essence of the slain divine beasts wrapped around Chen Mo, amplifying his strength, swirling like luminous threads of raw power that infused his form with an even greater radiance, pulsing in harmony with his indomitable will.

Around Chen Mo, QI swords of different elements materialized around him in a shocking show of event, emerging from the ether with a shimmering glow that illuminated the surrounding void.

Some were made of elemental ice, crystalline blades that gleamed with a frigid blue hue, frost trailing from their edges like delicate veils of winter’s breath.

Some elemental wind, swirling vortexes of air condensed into sharp forms that hummed with the whisper of gales ready to unleash tempests.

Some elemental earth, sturdy and unyielding, forged from compacted stone that radiated a grounded, immovable energy.

And some destruction element, dark and chaotic, crackling with voids that promised utter annihilation upon contact.

“Half step transcendent or not, I’m not going to let myself be killed by you,” Jarrett said, gritting his teeth, determination hardening his features as he steeled himself against the overwhelming odds.

“Eternal phoenix flames,” Jarrett cried out, flames bursting out around him in a brilliant eruption that lit the realm like a newborn sun.

The eternal phoenix flames wrapped around him tightly, covering him in a cocoon of searing light that pulsed with regenerative heat, shielding him from the outside world.

After a while, the cocoon opened up, revealing the changed appearance of the vermilion phoenix king, his form reborn and majestic under the glow of his empowered state.

He had a crown made completely of flames on his head, a regal diadem that flickered with hues of crimson and gold, symbolizing his elevated might.

The wounds inflicted on him were completely healed, the scars vanishing as if they had never marred his radiant plumage.

Flames danced around him, leaping and twirling in hypnotic patterns that cast dynamic shadows across the ethereal landscape.

The flames threatened to consume everything around Jarrett, their hunger palpable, radiating an intense heat that warped the air into shimmering distortions.

The eternal phoenix flames were part of the mythical flames controlled only by the blazing phoenix race, a sacred inheritance passed through generations of their rare lineage.