It was a little creature no more than half a meter long.
It was neither fish nor bird, yet also both fish and bird.
Its body had a perfectly streamlined shape. The left half was covered in fine, pitch-black scales.
Not only that, each scale shimmered with deep, rippling patterns like water, radiating the utmost Yin chill;
while the right half was covered in brilliant feathers that looked as if they had been cast from gold. The edges of its feathers flashed with the blinding brilliance of thunder and gale-force winds, radiating the utmost Yang vigor.
Its eyes were a study in opposites: the left was like a dark abyss, while the right was like the blazing sun.
Though it had only just been born and was still small, simply standing there caused fine black cracks to ripple through the surrounding space, unable to bear the weight of its physical body.
One of the Ten Primordial Evils, the Kunpeng!
Its birth was a perfect manifestation of peak bloodline.
"Caw!"
The newborn Little Kunpeng raised its head and let out a cry that could pierce metal and shatter stone.
Its voice became visible sound waves, uprooting the towering ancient trees within hundreds of meters and reducing them to a rain of splinters.
After venting the energy from hatching, Little Kunpeng's extraordinary Yin-Yang eyes turned, settling on the people by the lakeshore.
Under that gaze, Di Tian felt his scalp prickle. The dignified Black Dragon King, with nine hundred thousand years of cultivation, was struck by a suffocating sense of being hunted by its natural enemy.
He had no doubt that if the little creature wished, it could bite his dragon body in half with a single snap.
But Little Kunpeng paid no heed to the Ferocious Beasts cowering and trembling on