Half a month later.
In the Youxiong Tribe's square, a Golden-Winged Roc exuded an aura that surged to the heavens.
The Golden-Winged Roc was enormous, its outstretched wings spanning over a thousand zhang. Brilliant golden halos flowed across its body, and every feather was etched with intricate patterns, radiating dense immortal light and a terrifying pressure.
An Immortal King-level ferocious beast!
This Golden-Winged Roc was Xiong Sanzang's mount. Its strength was formidable, placing it among the mightiest beings in the entire Lesser Heavenly Realm.
At that moment, the Golden-Winged Roc's back was already crowded with people.
Xiong Sanzang stood at the very front. His hemp robes were utterly plain, yet he radiated an unfathomable aura.
Behind him stood Xiong Zhan, Xiong Chuyue, and ten young prodigies of the Youxiong Tribe.
Those ten young prodigies were all burly men with powerful builds, much like Xiong Zhan. A dense aura of strength flowed around them. All had reached the ninth heaven of the Immortal Lord realm and were the elite of the Youxiong Tribe's younger generation.
Li Qingshan and Chu Yingluo stood to one side, their expressions calm.
"Senior Sanzang, is Heavenly Realm Mountain far from here?"
Li Qingshan asked curiously.
Xiong Sanzang smiled faintly, a trace of amusement flashing through his cloudy eyes.
"Heavenly Realm Mountain lies at the center of the Lesser Heavenly Realm, tens of millions of li from the Youxiong Tribe."
He continued slowly, "But with the Golden-Winged Roc's speed as it travels through the void, we can arrive in a single day."
Tens of millions of li?
Li Qingshan pondered inwardly. This Lesser Heavenly Realm truly was anything but small.
"Old priest, why hasn't my dad... I mean, the chief come?"
Xiong Chuyue suddenly asked.
At her question, Xiong Sanzang shook his head slightly.
"The chief must