"The Sun-Eating Nether Crow?"
Lin Mo glanced at the black-feathered cloak draped over him and could not help marveling inwardly.
Wearing it felt as though he stood within a world of its own. More than ninety percent of the Fire Pool's searing heat that penetrated the White Sun Tower was blocked out once again.
Never mind him-even an ordinary mortal with no cultivation could enter the Fire Pool without trouble under the protection of these two treasures!
"That was an ancient demonic bird. It has long since vanished from the world."
Qiongsongzi clearly noticed Lin Mo's curiosity and explained quietly, "Our sect's legacy stretches far back, so we are no strangers to the cultivation world of the Primordial Era."
"It is said that this crow was a Sixth Tier demon beast, pitch-black as ink, with three heads. Its whereabouts at night were unknown, but once day broke, it would soar toward the firmament and devour the true essence of the sun's flames to cultivate."
"That essence was also known as solar true fire. Even Spirit Transformation powerhouses dared not touch the slightest trace of it, yet the nether crow could withstand it with ease. This became one of the unsolved mysteries of the ancient cultivation world."
Lin Mo's face filled with astonishment.
When he had first learned the Sword-Controlling Art, he had flown more than two thousand zhang into the sky and experienced the harsh conditions there firsthand.
Back then, frost had formed on his hair and eyebrows, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy had grown exceptionally thin, and fierce astral winds had nearly torn his clothes apart.
Yet even that altitude was still an immense distance from the firmament.
The Azure Cloud Sect's records stated that above ten thousand zhang, the astral winds were like peerlessly sharp blades. Even a