Submerged Cultivation

Three months later.

Fierce Bird Mountain, Pagoda-Bearing Peak.

Chen Jichuan sat high atop a rock at the mountain's summit. Below him stood nine people, each grotesque in appearance.

Seven men and two women, all dressed in garments woven from feathers. Some were like water, some like fire, and all had vicious, savage features. Out in the world, every one of them would have been an old devil who devoured humans.

But before Chen Jichuan, they were honest and obedient. Only the savagery and resentment in their eyes were difficult to conceal.

Chen Jichuan was neither surprised nor concerned.

He had spent three months traveling through Fierce Bird Mountain. From among the thirty-seven thousand mountains, he had selected the leaders of the nine largest fierce-bird tribes and enlightened them one by one.

The fierce birds had originally been muddleheaded and chaotic. Only after encountering Creation had they transformed into human form.

But they were, after all, fierce birds that had only just attained the Dao and taken human form. Their savage nature ran deep. Even after he used the Creation Method to awaken their intelligence, they still failed to change their innate nature.

In fact, the moment they took human form, they had attacked Chen Jichuan.

Their savagery had entered their bones, and they knew nothing of gratitude.

Fortunately, Chen Jichuan had never trusted them. Before using Creation, he had planted a wisp of Grand Luo Heavenly Fire deep within their souls. As their minds awakened and they transformed into human form, their divine souls grew stronger, and that seed of flame grew stronger as well.

Eventually, the seed of flame matured. With a single thought, Chen Jichuan could reduce them to ashes—or make them beg for death yet be unable to die.

After suffering several times over, the fierce birds,