The Phoenix Bird fled in haste. In ordinary times, relying on its innate instincts, it might not have failed to notice the strangeness of this moment.
But now, Tribulation Qi was spreading everywhere. It was heavily wounded to begin with, and an immense killing intent was hot on its heels.
This went against the instincts honed by its nature and cultivation, so naturally, it had no way to notice.
"The seventh day."
Lu Qing's figure shifted slightly.
A hint of profound meaning surfaced in the depths of his eyes.
This opportunity was indeed unlike those treasures and inheritances left within Cultivation Caves by mighty experts.
Waiting through the ages for inheriting cultivators to pass trial after trial before claiming them.
On the contrary, this opportunity perfectly reflected what the Divination had foretold.
Lu Qing looked toward the Phoenix Bird.
At this moment, the Phoenix Bird saw him as well.
The Ancient Demon Phoenix Bird possessed peerless speed. After all, the ancient bloodline passed down within it belonged to the Kunpeng lineage, which had once roamed unhindered through the Ancient Era.
The reputation of the Heavenly Demon Kunpeng had been heard throughout the Six Paths.
It dove down with incomparably swift speed, faster than thunder and lightning, faster than even a fleeting phantom in this world.
Naturally, it saw Lu Qing as well.
The young cultivator's expression remained utterly calm.
In the Phoenix Bird's perception, it could detect no aura from him whatsoever.
"Just a weak human cultivator."
This thought surfaced in its Sea of Consciousness.
Then it saw—
The other party stretched out his palm, and streams of water-like spatial ripples suddenly emerged.
The Phoenix Bird's vertical pupils contracted sharply.
It sensed it—the terror of the might before it. Its speed was actually slowing without cease.
It was as though