Besides the Five Spirits, there were many other races with heaven-defying bloodlines. They had left behind illustrious reputations in ancient times and even the primordial era, and even now, they remained supreme royal clans among the ferocious beasts, their might shaking the Desolate Continent.
Murong An watched Little Fire's figure. Though he had long known that Little Fire's true form was not human and could sense that his bloodline was extraordinary, seeing his true body still surpassed all expectations.
A ferocious beast with one of the most supreme bloodlines in the world—the Phoenix Clan, one of the Five Spirits. Even after living for so long, Murong An had only heard scattered accounts and had never seen a true Phoenix.
Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, Murong An could not help but have his mind drawn to that seven-colored figure. Noble and beautiful, it truly was a race standing at the peak of the continent's pyramid.
Within the Phoenix Clan, males were Feng and females were Huang. However, most people simply called them Phoenixes, for they did not understand the deeper meaning behind it.
"Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix?"
Taishu Jing looked at the scene strangely. Was Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix appropriate here? Was it merely its literal meaning? Well, perhaps I was overthinking it. Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix it was.
Hearing Murong An's words, Taishu Yun nodded as though he understood. Little Fire was a Phoenix of noble bloodline, an emperor among birds. It was hardly strange for such a sight to occur.
In the sky.
Countless birds circled Little Fire at the center, crying out as Little Fire answered with a long cry of his own. A mysterious ripple spread from his body, passing through layer upon