It's a real Phoenix! Like a vast sea of clouds, illuminating the entire sky, its massive body shrouded in a halo of five-colored divine light, each feather dazzlingly brilliant.
With a clear cry, flames burst forth from the Peacock's mouth, the surrounding air becoming scorching hot, waves of heat surging, distorting the grass and trees in a haze.
"Oh my god, I've seen a Phoenix, a real Phoenix..."
Little Eagle Owl exclaimed excitedly, like a child seeing their idol, then suddenly calmed down, "Why can't I breathe fire?"
The Phoenix in the sky thundered, "Because you're not a Phoenix. Phoenixes are born with bright flames, you can only blow small smoke rings. If you dare pretend to be a descendant of the Phoenix again, desecrating the divine might of the King of Hundred Birds, I'll peck you into a salted egg..."
"Enough!" Yun Qi's face darkened, quickly stopping the Peacock's antics. Then, with a gesture, the Peacock, in its true Phoenix form, dove back into the painting.
