You watched several people fight, and the moment the Sixth Tier demon race members unleashed their natal demon bodies, they directly overwhelmed all the low-cultivation demon race members in the lake.
This was the first major barrier on the path of demon cultivation, also known as the natal body.
Once they achieved this realm, they could, like the previous South Sea Mysterious Whale, urge their demon bodies at will, each possessing wondrous and subtle uses.
This natal body also had different marvelous uses, among which Ling Mei could summon her stomach lining and place everyone inside it as protection.
Your cultivation had long since broken through the Sixth Tier, but you had not yet had the opportunity to unleash your natal body.
Once unleashed at the bottom of the lake, it would draw attention.
You were neither the Pure Water Demonic Dragon nor Chisai of Blazing Sun Mountain, but rather another kind of demon race beneath those two bloodlines, considered a variant.
This kind of variant had two possibilities: it was either considered a waste bloodline, or else it was the most supreme demon race between heaven and earth.
Right now, the Southern Shu demon race possessed a Five-Colored Peacock, which was a variant that was naturally powerful, and its cultivation along the way had soared almost straight up to the heavens.
Of course, the majority were mixed-blood, meaning those with mottled bloodlines.
You turned your gaze toward that palace cast from flames, and standing unexpectedly upon the eaves' corners was a Vermilion Bird.
This creature was the symbol of the southern Wing Fire, and no wonder Gu Feng had gasped in astonishment just now.
As the Vermilion Bird perched and descended, the raging flames within the hall instantly surged violently.
Wing Fire was the essence of all fires, presiding