The Crimson Feather Crow now looked almost no different from a true Golden Crow.
A true Golden Crow merely had a larger, longer, more splendid tuft of golden feathers atop its head, and all three legs were the same length.
Wang Daoyuan guessed that the Golden Crow's current state was somewhat similar to the Ink Dragon's.
Its divine beast bloodline far surpassed that of ordinary demigod beasts, yet it was still a long way from becoming a true divine beast.
After joyfully circling through the air, the Crimson Feather Crow landed on Wang Daoyuan's shoulder.
"Thank you, Father, for giving me the Golden Crow Down Feather. After refining that thread of eighth-rank Golden Crow blood essence, my own bloodline underwent a transformation. Pure Golden Crow bloodline now makes up more than sixty percent of me.
Once I break through to the seventh rank in the future and undergo another transformation, I can try transforming into a true Golden Crow."
It was extremely difficult for other people and demon beasts to break through to the seventh rank, but not for the Crimson Feather Crow.
He could directly absorb power from the sun. Even if the Seven Stars Sea had no seventh-rank spirit veins, the energy within the sun was far beyond the seventh rank.
Though the energy was somewhat sparse, as long as he spent enough time, he could always accumulate enough power.
Given the Crimson Feather Crow's current condition, living another ten or twenty thousand years would not be a problem.
Even if he simply basked in the sun, he could accumulate enough power to further develop his bloodline and break through to the seventh rank.
Of course, the time required might have to be measured in tens of thousands of years.
"Did you gain any new divine abilities?"
Divine