Xiao Ming let out a slow, measured breath, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that mirrored the faint pulses of energy emanating from within him.
The Moon Tear Flute, now safely nestled in his dantian alongside the Shadow Phoenix's egg, seemed to hum in harmony with his spiritual core.
Their auras intertwined, creating a symphony of power that resonated deep within his being. However, despite this newfound harmony, the weight of the moment pressed heavily upon him.
Before him, the Shadow Phoenix's will remained, its blazing form radiating an intense, almost suffocating majesty.
The air around them seemed to vibrate with anticipation, charged with an otherworldly energy that made the very structure of the realm tremble.
The Phoenix's voice, calm yet resolute, echoed through the space, each word carrying the weight of eons.
