In an instant, a voice as if from the endless void, mysterious beyond measure, entered Jiang Yun's mind without warning.
The voice was ethereal and mysterious, as though it had crossed tunnels through countless stretches of space and time, carrying an aura he could not fathom.
Stranger still, the voice seemed deliberately muffled. Every syllable was shrouded in mist, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not tell who was speaking.
"Descendant, I intended to prepare the Nine-Colored Mysterious Bird here. But a bird with three legs and six wings is too large for one cauldron.
"An old matter arose. After eating one leg and four wings, I departed. One leg and two wings remained to simmer in the cauldron. Should I not return, this cauldron shall nurture the bird's remains with Reincarnation Essence and divide them among those who come after me."
The mysterious voice spoke at an unhurried pace, as though recounting a momentous tale of the past.
Yet after only a moment's thought, Jiang Yun had his answer.
Across all heaven and earth, who else but the renowned Desolate Emperor could have done something so shocking and savage?
Such a bold, singular undertaking required extraordinary strength and an unmatched appetite. Only the Desolate Emperor possessed both.
"Until you enter the Emperor Realm, do not disturb the top of the Hive. Let this bird remain suppressed for two epochs to atone for its evil intent."
The voice continued, now carrying unquestionable authority, as though delivering a warning of the utmost importance to those who came after.
Jiang Yun listened in silence, his emotions surging.
He could not help exclaiming, "What an earth-shaking method! He stewed meat as though refining medicine. The Grand Dao truly has a thousand paths, and each can lead to the end."
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