Eternal Silence, Lunar Yin

The twentieth year of Kong Jiao's seclusion.

Azure Abyss Realm.

As usual, Roc flew deep into the old forest to carry out its nearly daily essential ritual—plucking bird feathers.

Over these twenty years in the Azure Abyss Realm, Roc had undoubtedly become the most feared peak demon king in the entire realm.

At a time when all Zao Xuan True Persons had stepped onto the path to immortality, vying for the chance to become immortals,

almost no one could threaten its existence.

Even if the five great sects of the Azure Abyss Realm learned of Roc's whereabouts, they could only sigh from afar, helpless and at a loss.

Not only had Roc's fame reached dazzling heights throughout the Azure Abyss Realm,

in the eyes of the demon beasts, it was practically a plague god.

Especially among the demons within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles centered on the ancient parasol tree where Roc dwelled, all had been tormented beyond endurance by it.

It could not stand seeing other birds more beautiful than itself. Even demon beasts without feathers would suffer its bullying if their fur was more splendid than its own.

Birds had their feathers plucked for nest-building, while other demon beasts had their fur directly burned black as charcoal.

Thanks to these antics, Roc had, without surprise, become the most beautiful bird within a hundred thousand miles.

Of course, Roc knew it was in the wrong, so when it bullied other demon beasts, it never dealt lethal blows. It still had some sense of shame.

Perhaps because it had taken others' feathers and thus found itself indebted, Roc also became the protector of the demon beasts in this region.

Whenever cultivators from the Azure Abyss Realm came here to hunt demon beasts, they inevitably received a lesson