The strangest thing was their color! The Golden Crow Race had golden feathers, but the Nine-headed Golden Crow before them was dark gold, as though it had been dyed black!
Staring at the Nine-headed Golden Crow, Duan De forgot all about examining the palace and asked, "Brother Feilian... the Nine-headed Golden Crow that died has turned up here! Do you know what's going on? After all, it was your Wu Clan's Hou Yi who shot them down!"
Feilian looked just as stunned. His voice was grave. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? I have no idea! When Great Shaman Hou Yi shot down the nine Golden Crows, Taiyi and Dijun retaliated like madmen. Our Wu Clan was scrambling to fight the war. We had no time to worry about what happened to the bodies! After the battle, several Ancestral Shamans tried to find them, but they were gone!
"The Ancestral Shamans figured the Demon Race had taken the bodies amid the chaos. But later, the Demon Race launched another surprise attack to search for them. That was when we learned they hadn't found the bodies either! Dijun searched the entire Primordial World for them and found nothing. Who would've thought they were here!"
As Feilian spoke, Duan De shook his head. "I don't understand. I just don't... the Demon Race has too many secrets, and the Primordial World has even more! Whatever the reason, the Nine-headed Golden Crow is right in front of us, pulling a palace! What kind of palace warrants the nine Golden Crows pulling it? That's an honor beyond belief!"
Duan De's gaze fixed on the palace. A carriage drawn by nine dragons would already be a mark of extraordinary status. Yet someone had the nine Golden Crows pulling a palace!
Those were Dijun's