Ning Xiaoxian nodded. Disappearing along with her, was the Blood Oath etched on Jiu Mo’s Divine Soul by Changtian. Changtian had already promised, that Jiu Mo had merit, thus she had the right to choose to stay in Bashe Forest or leave on her own, other people were not to interfere.

"Why?" Ning Xiaoxian gently stroked the slightly warm eggshell, asking in a low voice. She couldn’t understand why Jiu Mo chose Transformation instead of retaining her consciousness. She left behind a shell but gave up all her memories as Jiu Mo. Pleasantly speaking, it was to be reborn anew, harshly speaking, the person known as Jiu Mo would cease to exist from now on.

At this moment, a faint crackling came from within the phoenix egg, and everyone perked up their ears.

Changtian lightly coughed: "Perhaps it’s about to emerge, Tu Jin, come outside with me." He was aware of the Phoenix Clan’s secrets; Jiu Mo had chosen Transformation, and what would break the shell was her true form. No newborn appears with clothes, right?

Tu Jin’s feet seemed nearly rooted to the ground, his face full of reluctance, unexpectedly whispering: "Lord Divine Monarch, the first thing she sees upon emergence must be me."

He was always obedient to Changtian, never uttering a word of defiance, yet this time he spoke up. Changtian was initially surprised, then rarely smiled, saying: "As you wish." He stepped outside.

Qingluan did not seem surprised by Tu Jin remaining here, she sighed, saying: "Lord Jiu Mo is different from us; her spirit was too arrogant. Ever since stepping down from the position of Sect Leader, she remained unhappy. Perhaps, subconsciously she didn’t wish to continue the memories of her past life?"

Ning Xiaoxian remained silent. Some people are born unwavering and will never bow to others. Though Jiu Mo had to yield to the restraints of the Blood Oath, she always felt resentment inside and couldn’t wholeheartedly serve her and Changtian faithfully. This, she could always clearly sense. To restrain someone by external force poses such problems.

Perhaps Jiu Mo had grown tired of her failed self, deciding to let a brand new soul take a chance?

Tu Jin naturally wouldn’t speak either, and the small warm room fell silent for a while.

Until the phoenix egg resounded with cracking again, followed by several fine cracks appearing at the top.

Before Qingluan could make a move, Tu Jin beat her to it, carefully peeling open the egg along the cracks. The eggshell was fine and delicate, its peeling sound somewhat like cracking open a peanut shell.

He peeled with focus, so when the first ray of light shone into the originally sealed narrow space, he saw a pair of round, bright eyes, just happening to meet his gaze.

He pressed his lips together, speeding up his hands, the thin shell unable to withstand his strength, shattered one after another.

Ning Xiaoxian and Qingluan widened their eyes together.

The figure kneeling in front truly had a youthful appearance, seemingly only around fourteen, yet her figure was voluptuous and curvy, with a slender waist and long legs, developing impressively, making the other two women present somewhat embarrassed.

It was indeed Jiu Mo’s face and figure, yet the slightly squinting eyes were clear and bright, like a newborn baby, giving a naturally warm feeling. This was absolutely not the pure gaze a demon like Jiu Mo from thousands of years could possess.

Only at this moment did the three truly realize, Jiu Mo was indeed no longer here.

The girl before them had just emerged from the shell, her face, body, and long hair draping to waist all covered with the egg’s sticky fluid. Tu Jin promptly cast a Cleaning Technique on her, then took the soft blanket prepared by the side and tightly wrapped her up.

He acted so naturally, as if this motion had been rehearsed countless times.

Ning Xiaoxian glanced at him, then at the newly born Poison Phoenix, suddenly interjecting: "She has been reborn now, should she have a new name?"

Tu Jin shook his head: "No change. She will still be called Jiu Mo." Lowering his gaze, he saw the girl staring at him without a blink, filled with affection in her eyes. He couldn’t help but ask in a whisper: "Cold?"

She did not respond, only burrowed her head into his embrace. Although her body was mature, her consciousness was a blank slate, akin to a newborn chick, reserved to have a fledgling’s nature, instinctively drawn to the first moving object seen and following it.

The body within was exceedingly soft; Tu Jin’s hand tightened as he held her, preparing to stand up. Qingluan had already reached out, saying: "Let me take care of her, we are blood relatives."