The crowd gathered under the Chinese parasol tree.0

The flaming Chinese parasol tree was twisted and intertwined, its falling leaves fluttering through the air, transforming into a mesmerizing spectacle of flames.0

The tree had massive leaves, like the feathers of a phoenix, tender and beautiful.0

Atop the tree was a massive nest made from the tree’s branches and leaves, burning with Nirvana Dao Flame. A phoenix’s silhouette emerged, its occasional cries echoing through the air.0

It was as if the phoenix’s presence lingered even after its death, watching over its nest.0

There were ten flights of stairs winding down from the phoenix’s nest, extending to the bottom of the Chinese parasol...0