The ancestor of the Kunpeng Tribe moved incredibly fast—so fast that no one could see the scenery around them.
The scenery shifted in a blur, and in the blink of an eye, even glancing at the outside world made them dizzy.
Suddenly, everyone felt the ground vanish beneath their feet. The water spheres binding them disappeared, and they dropped to the ground like dumplings falling from a pot.
Fortunately, the height was not great. No one was hurt, though they sprawled in all directions and looked rather undignified.
"Why is this ground so rough?" Man Gu said, rubbing his backside.
"No, this isn't the ground. It's a bird's nest." Li Haoran looked solemn. Beneath their feet were crisscrossing branches, each as thick as two people. No one knew what kind of tree they had been taken from.
The bird's nest was so huge that it seemed endless, stretching for a thousand miles. Even if Lu Yang and the others flew with all their might, it would still take them quite some time to reach the edge.
Li Haoran's expression turned grim as he recalled an ominous rumor. "I heard that in ancient times, ferocious birds would go out to catch food for their young. We prodigious cultivators spend years cultivating, refining our spiritual power to an unparalleled degree. We're incredibly nourishing and the most suitable food for feeding young birds!"
Man Gu was startled. He recalled records from his tribe and confirmed that Li Haoran was telling the truth. "Our Ancient Barbarian Tribe has similar records. In ancient times, the barbarians would go out to catch food for their young. The most suitable food was the various ferocious beasts from ancient times whose spiritual power had been refined to an unparalleled degree."
Everyone looked at Man Gu strangely and silently