It was a crimson Immortal Bird!
It was around ten feet long, with narrow eyes and long feathers. At a glance, it looked seventy to eighty percent similar to a Phoenix, but compared to a Phoenix, its body was even more slender, and its bearing was proud to the extreme, faintly radiating the kingly aura of one that looked down upon all beneath the heavens.
Vermilion Bird!
Lin Xuan's face drained of color in horror.
For a moment, he almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
He hurriedly widened them.
After studying it carefully, it really was a Vermilion Bird.
To be precise, it should be the soul of a Vermilion Bird.
The pressure it gave off was not the slightest bit inferior to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage cultivators Lin Xuan had seen.
From a certain angle, it could even be said to be a cut above them.
It was hard to imagine how such an existence could have fallen, and even had its soul captured alive, then imprisoned with Spirit-Sealing Jade.
Since Lin Xuan had set foot on the path of immortal cultivation, he had weathered countless storms, yet at this moment, he truly was shaken to the core.
One had to know, as one of the avian True Spirits, the Vermilion Bird's strength was far beyond what the Golden Moon True Toad could compare to. Though it was not equal to the Phoenix or True Dragon, among True Spirits, it was illustriously famous.
To put it bluntly, even if Baoshe, Bingpo, or the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox faced it, they would not dare say they had a one-hundred-percent certainty of defeating it. How could such an existence have ended up in such a state?
How many twists and turns lay in between, he feared he could