The enormous creature inside the great hall kept changing form. One moment, its entire body was golden with black stripes, like a great peng spanning a vast river of stars, its immense form stretching without end.
The next, it sank into chaos, resembling a gigantic black fish, its body pitch-black and its broad back stretching tens of thousands of miles, boundless in extent.
Was this a living Kun Peng?
With a bearing that looked down upon all beneath heaven, the Kun Peng gazed disdainfully over all things in the mortal world. The moment it appeared, vast divine might radiated from its body, its incomparably powerful presence cowing everything around it.
"Is this that ancient Kun Peng?!"
Although they had heard legends of the ancient Kun Peng, long ages had passed, seas had turned into mulberry fields, and the world had changed. Its appearance now still shook them to the core.
Buzz!
The next instant, the enormous Kun Peng vanished. The great hall became empty again, deathly silent, with none of that heart-pounding aura remaining.
"Why did it disappear?"
"This should be an image left by an exceptionally powerful Kun Peng, not that Kun Peng Demon Saint," Jiang Zhu said softly.
After they entered the hall, mist filled the interior, but it clung only to the ground and did not spread. Only upon truly stepping inside could they feel its vastness all the more keenly.
The two walked farther in, but this vast space seemed abandoned. There was nothing else along the way, and they did not even see the Kun Peng, the ancient Saint Sage of Ziwei's legends.
Along the way, they discovered ancient murals and stone carvings recording the history of the Kun Peng Clan.
The murals and stone carvings were not the work of a single hand. They