An unknown supernatural creature had come looking for the Vermilion Bird to discuss something important?
Vermilion Bird Island lay far out at sea, and the Vermilion Bird seemed utterly aloof from worldly strife. What important matter could there be?
Jiang Yang lowered his head and pondered for a while, then flew straight toward the treetop.
Over the past few years.
As he grew older, Jiang Yang had relied on the Magic Potion Method to quickly become one of the strongest supernatural birds.
And the strong naturally drew attention. The Vermilion Bird had noticed him long ago.
After all, even supernatural beings with the noblest bloodlines and the most exceptional talents needed long years to become truly powerful.
All the more so on Earth today, where the supernatural environment had already become extremely harsh.
The supernatural energy between heaven and earth grew ever scarcer, like a beach at ebb tide.
It became increasingly difficult for supernatural creatures throughout the world to grow stronger.
And the Vermilion Bird only possessed her current formidable strength because she had been born ten thousand years earlier.
Through her spirit eyes, Jiang Yang's strength seemed to increase with every passing day. How could that not be astounding!
Could beings born as Holy Spirits truly exist?
She had not experienced the Bronze Age herself and naturally knew nothing of the Magic Potion Method, so Jiang Yang's growth was particularly astounding in her eyes.
The Vermilion Bird was intensely curious.
And so, one day.
The Sun rose above the sea and sky.
The Vermilion Bird came to the Fire Crow Lineage's territory and appeared before Jiang Yang in person, curious to get to the bottom of it.
Only then did she discover that the innate aura of the extraordinarily magnificent Three-Legged Golden Crow before her actually compelled even