Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2807: 2806: Phoenix Seeking Phoenix

In the anciently cursed Five Elements Land, Lin Dong stood firm amid the raging sandstorm. His stance resembled an unshakeable peak, eyes blazing with resolve and icy sharpness.

Gradually, he lifted his hand, gathering a deep and mysterious energy within, transforming it into an overwhelming might akin to a colossal boulder of thousands of tons, brutally crushing down on the formerly haughty frame of the Jile War God.

“Crack, crack…” With those faint but distinct noises, innumerable fine fissures appeared to swiftly propagate through the Jile War God’s interior. These were the fractures of bones yielding to immense strain.

Lin Dong’s gaze held no pity whatsoever, solely the retribution for wickedness.

Simultaneously, he released a restraining power that sealed the Jile War God’s Dantian.

Having finished these actions, Lin Dong shifted his attention sideways, fixing his eyes upon Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband.

This individual had been stripped of all, from his tribal dwelling to his kin.

Right then, a fierce blaze of vengeance roared in his gaze, as pent-up fury and grief at last erupted freely.

“Now, you can go and take your revenge on him!” Lin Dong’s declaration, resembling rivers of ice melting away, at once ignited the primal ferocity buried within Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband.

He advanced without delay, his footsteps ponderous, drawing nearer to the Jile War God one by one. Every stride appeared to grind against his own soul, yet it also marked a goodbye to those shadowed times gone by.

“No, no…”

Terror finally gripped the Jile War God, his previously domineering and lofty tone now laced with desperation and begs, which merely stoked Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband’s rage further.

As the pair confronted one another at last, the atmosphere grew dense with choking strain and fury.

Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband uttered no needless phrases. Resembling a furious wild animal, he pounced upon the Jile War God.

His fangs, sharp as knives, savagely ripped into the foe’s meat. Every chomp bore his boundless yearning for vanished family and thirst for vengeance.

He bellowed fiercely, “I will bite you into 369 pieces, in memory of our tribe, of the 369 lost people!”

From his relentless gnawing, the Jile War God’s form slowly turned mangled. What had symbolized his might before now fueled his torment.

Lin Dong watched from nearby with detached chill, aware that this embodied karma’s wheel, righteousness condemning villainy.

The Jile War God’s wails resounded across the valley, mingling with gusts of wind and rustling foliage, weaving a heartrending dirge of woe.

Lin Dong’s cultivation had splintered his skeleton, while Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband shredded his flesh bit by bit. The torment surpassed mortal endurance, like ultimate reckoning for bygone crimes.

In that instant, only the inferno of retribution seemed to blaze unbound across the skies and earth.

Before long, calm descended, the atmosphere laden with profound weight and peace, mingled with the thick metallic tang of blood.

The Jile War God, once a harbinger of boundless dread and hopelessness to the tribe, met his end at Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband’s hands in a nearly pitiable fashion.

His corpse lay rent asunder, chunks of meat strewn about the dirt. This stood as the rawest tribute to the fallen, and the deepest venting of grudge.

Lin Dong and the Hei Long War God proceeded side by side along the path returning to the tribe.

Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband, meanwhile, gathered up the dispersed remains once more. Clutching those fragments brimming with satisfied wrath yet unbearably burdensome, he readied to carry them home for lamenting the departed clansmen.

Though the Jile War God lay slain, intricate feelings churned in their chests.

Revenge’s blaze had died out, yet lingering embers seared into every soul. The dead stayed gone forever.

Avenging them won’t bring the lost back to life.

Upon reaching the tribe, the sight that greeted them shattered hearts.

What had been a haven of mirth and delight was now mere wreckage and hushed grief.

Lin Dong and Hei Long War God wasted no time, diving straight into aiding the tribesfolk with cleanup duties.

They dug the burial pits themselves, tenderly laying each departed form inside before heaping earth over them. Each gesture brimmed with reverence for existence and lingering sorrow.

As they came to Ah-Sheng’s remains, beholding that youthful, valiant spirit reposed in stillness, a crushing weight bore down on their hearts. Bitterness clogged their throats, rendering any consoling words impossible.

Ah-Sheng’s grin, his pure-hearted goodness, his gaze brimming with hopes for tomorrow… all had now hardened into a stark inscription on a gravestone, eternally trapped in bygone days.

The tribe, formerly secluded like an earthly eden, lay steeped in bloodshed and boundless mourning.

Lin Dong and Hei Long War God knew full well that despite their greatest efforts, they could neither revive this desolate land nor resurrect those who had passed.

With all the cleanup finished, Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband—the fearless man who dared to seek revenge—knelt gradually before Lin Dong and Hei Long War God.

No fear or remorse lingered in his gaze, only profound thanks and serenity.

His hands moved with resolute power as he signed:

“Thank you for avenging us. Now, I can go in peace to join my wife, my family…”

This sight stirred a profound wave of feelings within Lin Dong’s chest.

He yearned to halt this man’s final act, yet his words faded into a quiet sigh on his tongue.

Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband seemed to read his mind, smiling while shaking his head in denial:

“In our tribe, the bond between man and woman is known as ‘Phoenix Seeking Phoenix.’ With the phoenix departed, how could the male phoenix linger alone?”

“Phoenix seeking phoenix—in life, they share the same bed; in death, the same grave. After my passing, please lay me to rest with my wife…”

Upon finishing, he shut his eyes, a soft yet steadfast smile blooming on his lips, as if reliving cherished moments with his spouse.

Lin Dong and Hei Long War God shared a look, mutual powerlessness and reverence shining in their eyes.

They realized no one seeking death could be pulled back.

Thus, under that blood-hued dusk sunset, Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband claimed his life in a near-divine ritual, upholding his oath of devotion.

Following his dying wish, Lin Dong and Hei Long War God interred him alongside Sister Ah-Sheng, granting the ill-fated lovers eternal unity beyond this world.

Silent before the humble gravestone, boundless grief gripped their souls.

“Warlord Lin, see those butterflies?” Hei Long War God pointed out a swarm dancing in the village, fluttering toward sunlight piercing the leaves, drifting endlessly onward, their wings aglow with dazzling refractions.

Two among the cluster entwined closely, akin to phoenix mates, inseparable soulmates.

They faded gently, dissolving into the brilliant light.

“Let’s go!” Lin Dong stared past the tribe to the Five Elements Land battlefield, declaring steadily:

“Next, mercy ends for me!”

“Every warlord from the Four Great National War Zones shall perish!!!”