After returning, he planned to hand it over to Fushi Sect. That sect truly was not bad; it carried the bearing of a righteous-path exemplar and a model of the Immortal Dao, meddling in matters far and wide.
Chen Xun still could not imagine that this sect would commit a heaven-defying act alongside the Supreme Unity Immortal Court. The title Futian sounded rather sinister as well. He did not like it much.
Revering Heaven was acceptable, though.
Suddenly.
Chen Xun cast a cold glance toward a certain spot among the demon corpses. There lay a Human-Faced Bird, its body utterly unnerving, like a straight tree trunk over thirty zhang tall. Its entire body was covered in motley feathers, making for a truly bizarre sight.
It had also left him feeling uncomfortable ever since he sat down at that tea stall.
Chen Xun stepped onto the wooden boat and flew over, looking down at the battered, grotesque Human-Faced Bird. It had been a Dao Integration Middle Stage demon, and its body was still bleeding without end.
Its tree-trunk-like body was gradually splitting apart, and the bodies of Human Race cultivators flowed out amid the remaining blood. Their expressions held a horrifying despair, and they had long since lost all signs of life.
These Human Race cultivators seemingly had not yet been fully refined. They had lain inside the "Human Pouch" within this bird's belly.
Chen Xun's brows furrowed slightly, only to knit tightly in the end.
That nauseating feeling was just like when he and Black Bull had first fled Little Mountain Village and killed someone for the first time. It was also the first time he had realized that this world contained such disgusting creatures—Human-Faced Birds...!
Whoosh.
Chen Xun spread open his palm, and that glimmer of light in his