The Sturgeon River ran red.
A ten-thousand-zhang banner wreathed in black mist swayed in the void, its bells chiming.
Their clear notes clouded the mind.
A million dazed souls in the Sturgeon River lined up and entered the banner. It devoured endless bones, blood, and flesh, and faint blood-red patterns began to spread across its gray-brown surface.
Worse still,
countless blood-red chains reached from the banner into the bottomless Great River, snatching away innumerable lives.
Living beings suffered, and ten thousand demons trembled in fear!
It was as though a demon had descended upon the world.
Even a passing Peacock frowned at that baleful aura and turned to flee.
But the next moment,
Peacock caught a familiar scent. His eyes slowly turned blood-red, and he flew toward the Figure in Black, roaring, "You carry his scent! What have you done to him?"
He had searched for twenty thousand years!!
Yet he had never found a trace of his younger brother, the Golden-winged Great Peng.
It was as though his brother had vanished from the Primordial Wilderness. Even the old Phoenix Clan members at Immortality Volcano could divine no useful Heavenly Secrets, so they stopped paying Peacock any mind.
After that,
he could only search the Primordial Wilderness for the Golden-winged Great Peng himself.
He had even offered rewards at Immortal Markets.
Still, not a scrap of news had come.
Now, by sheer chance, he had passed someone carrying the Golden-winged Great Peng's scent. How could Kong Xuan not go mad?
"Who?"
Qingyuan frowned as he watched Peacock charge toward him.
With a wave of one hand,
a Sword Qi River fell from the sky, splitting heaven and earth in two and barring Kong Xuan's path.
Qingyuan had a suspicion,
but he showed nothing.
He said flatly, "Even if I did