Desperate Kunpeng

Some immortals, in particular, were exceedingly fond of beauty.

For immortals to bear offspring, aside from a few Innate Beings, it was actually quite simple. Some could even reproduce on their own, such as Di Jun's ten sons and the Ziwei bloodline spreading into the lower realms.

"When I return and reshape the Heavenly Dao, it seems Kunpeng has encountered some opportunities over the years." Su Changqing pondered for a moment.

The next instant, he vanished from where he stood. With Can He Finger, he crossed the starry river in a single step.

Demon Master Kunpeng could spread his wings for billions of miles even before becoming a saint. Now, he was even more terrifying. His speed could almost be called first-rate among Dao Ancestors; with a flap of his wings, he could roam the chaos.

He had already revealed his true form, enormous beyond measure. With his wings spread, every feather was like a heavenly blade, cleaving apart star after star. Even the chaotic universe could not impede his speed.

"Even if you have merged with the Dao, you cannot match my realm of extreme speed. You will not be able to catch me in a short time. Once I enter the Abyss of Death, I will escape this peril of life and death."

Demon Master Kunpeng's eyes were cold as a hawk's. He let out a long cry that tore through the depths of chaos and shot straight toward the Abyss of Death.

His choice was extremely correct, because within the Abyss of Death, even Su Changqing would be unable to use divine abilities.

By then, even if the other party caught up, he could easily shake him off by relying on the natural dangers of the Abyss of Death.

But in merely an instant, Demon Master Kunpeng's