On the plaza surrounding the Spirit Sparrow, over a thousand people sat cross-legged. Old and young alike, all of them stared at the Spirit Sparrow, studying it.
True energy circulated through every one of them. Naturally, they were cultivating—and cultivating with the aid of the Spirit Sparrow.
"Young Master, this place is called the Spirit Sparrow Mini-Realm precisely because of its existence." Master Wuji pointed at the Spirit Sparrow statue in the center of the small plaza. "Only after searching through countless ancient records did I finally find its name. It is called..."
Before he could finish, Sikong Jing said, "Golden Cold Divine Sparrow!"
The moment those four words came out, Master Wuji, Xiao Liang, and Xiao Jia all widened their eyes almost at the same time.
Master Wuji stood there with his mouth hanging open, only one thought surfacing in his mind: I searched countless records and spent more than ten years before finding even a little information on the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow. How does Young Master Sikong know it?
Of course, he had no idea that the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison held a Golden Cold Divine Sparrow King—the strongest Golden Cold Divine Sparrow in the world.
Although Sikong Jing had interacted little with the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow King, as the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, he had long since identified every ferocious beast and divine beast imprisoned within the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison. Naturally, he recognized it at first glance.
After being stunned for quite some time, Master Wuji finally sighed. "Young Master truly is extraordinary. It is indeed a Golden Cold Divine Sparrow, though it can only be considered an Emperor Sparrow, because when it died, it had merely reached the peak of the Emperor Martial Stage."
Understanding dawned on Sikong Jing. The