"How about it? Has Xuan Emperor made up her mind?"
Jiang Yun stood outside the formation, his gaze blazing as he studied the Black Bird perched within like a golden rooster standing on one leg.
The Black Bird was noticeably smaller than before. The dazzling golden light that had once covered her body had dimmed, and her former majesty was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Yun had never stopped thinking about that mysterious art. He asked about it every hundred years, and he could sense that the Black Bird was close to yielding.
He did not know how much longer she could hold out.
Though she was a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, she had been at her peak when she bore nine colors, six wings, and three legs. The Desolate Emperor had first beaten her into her present one-legged, single-colored state.
Then she had been sealed here for ten million years. Even the vital energy she managed to recover was drawn away to nourish the Stone Cauldron within the golden formation. Her strength had been weakened far too much.
And after Jiang Yun's formation had mercilessly drained her for the past several centuries, she was nearly a lamp out of oil.
Even if the Black Bird escaped, Jiang Yun felt that, although he was far below a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, he would not fear her in her current state.
What truly made him wary was the means she had used to break the seal.
What kind of supreme technique could tear an opening in the Desolate Emperor's seal?
Perhaps it was connected to that art.
"Fine. I'll teach you part of the art. Shut down this formation covering a hundred li and help me recover, and I'll teach you the complete art!"
This time, the Black Bird's voice came through the formation sounding