One man and three beasts were still confronting one another outside the Fountain of Youth's field barrier, utterly unaware that Huo Yuhao and Tang Wulin had already taken away the Fountain of Youth's silt and origin without leaving behind the slightest trace.
The Striking God Stone looked down over the vast, boundless land from Huo Yuhao's shoulder and clicked its tongue in wonder. "What a miraculous flying treasure. These wings look so lifelike."
A surge of pride rose within Tang Wulin. As expected of Brother Yuhao—he could personally make all kinds of practical Soul Tools whenever he wanted. Tang Wulin replied smugly, "Of course. Brother Yuhao's craftsmanship is flawless."
Huo Yuhao raised his brows with a smile and pinched Tang Wulin's nose. "Actually, your skills are even better, Wulin."
Tang Wulin tilted his head like a curious kitten, her bright, watery eyes wide as she stared at Huo Yuhao. "Brother Yuhao, what kind of skills are you talking about?"
Huo Yuhao played hard to get. "I'm not telling you."
Caught between the two of them, the Striking God Stone was completely baffled. It asked blankly, "What are you two muttering about? Why can't I understand a single word?"
Tang Wulin curled her lips, suppressing a laugh. "Nothing. You don't need to know."
Hundred-Segment Mountain, a native mountain peak, inside the Five-Colored Peacock's nest, the Divine Cocoon's territory.
Huo Yuhao, concealing his presence, entered the place alone. The Five-Colored Peacock had happened to leave to hunt for food, leaving only rune-array restrictions to guard the Divine Cocoon.
With a light tap of his fingertip, Huo Yuhao caused the runes filling the sky to fail instantly. They crumbled into dust and vanished into the air. Then, without making a sound, Huo Yuhao successfully took the Divine Cocoon and flew back into the