After arriving in the Immortal Realm, Lu Xiaotian had gained a rough understanding of things. In the eyes of these immortals, only the Primordial Golden Crow could truly be called a Golden Crow. Wherever it passed, it left destruction in its wake. Those who merely carried the bloodline of a Primordial Golden Crow might also be called Three-Legged Crows or Golden Crows, but the name meant something different.
After all, the Primordial Golden Crow had existed for countless years, and some of its descendants had surely survived. But as the bloodline was passed down from generation to generation, its strength varied greatly.
Perhaps these so-called Golden Crow feathers were simply feathers left behind by one kind of Golden Crow. He would have to see one before he could judge its power.
Still, since these True Immortals were fighting so fiercely over it, it surely wasn't anything ordinary. This so-called Flameblade Immortal, Zhen Shuo, was particularly formidable among True Immortals—far stronger than some of the wolf-clan True Immortals. So far, among the True Immortals from the immortal domains Lu Xiaotian had encountered, such strength was exceedingly rare.
No matter how much it might help Little Fire Crow, the only way to find out was to take a look.
"The Golden Crow feather isn't something the likes of us can claim, but neither can you refine it. Only a Profound Immortal might be able to do so. No matter how formidable your cultivation, Zhen Shuo, you're still only a True Immortal. We're trying to offer the feather to our superiors, while you want it all for yourself. That's like playing with fire!" Bu Feng shouted. He abandoned any thought of attacking and raised both palms, conjuring a golden barrier that enclosed him and the two people behind him. Zhen Shuo's blade was