The Path of the Celestial Being

The Dawn Emperor nodded to Xiao Hanyuan. Xiao Hanyuan took a portable projection device from his briefcase and placed it on the conference table.

A pale-blue light screen unfolded and began playing a recording.

The footage was of poor quality, the images cutting in and out, filmed from far away at an awkward angle through the void. It had most likely come from Feathered Human scouts.

Yet what it showed made everyone in the council hall hold their breath.

The footage showed a canyon. The rock walls on either side had been shaken by some immense force until they were covered in countless cracks, while the ground was littered with craters and shattered crystals.

A Feathered Human King was retreating in disarray. His wings were grayish white, and his aura was at least at the mid-level King rank.

A figure shot in from the edge of the frame at high speed, moving so fast that the camera could barely capture his path. Only a blurred afterimage could be seen.

In the next frame, the Feathered Human King had already fallen to the ground, a hole punched clean through his chest.

The footage continued.

A second Feathered Human King tried to ambush him from behind, his claws chopping down onto the back of that figure's neck.

The figure did not budge. He grabbed the attacker's wrist with one hand, curled his five fingers tight, and the other man's forearm became a mangled mass of flesh and splintered bone.

The third Feathered Human King turned and fled, only to be caught and have his spine broken by a single punch.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth.

The final segment showed that figure facing Bloodwing.

Bloodwing spread his deep-purple wings as violent blood energy condensed around his body into a crimson suit of