He planned to hand it over to the Fu Shi Religion after returning. This religion was indeed quite good, possessing the bearing of a model of the righteous path and a standard-bearer of the Immortal Dao. It meddled in a remarkably broad range of affairs.
Chen Xun still could not imagine this religion committing a heaven-defying act alongside the Tai Yi Immortal Court. The venerable title Fu Tian also sounded rather sinister. He did not like it very much.
Revering Heaven would be acceptable.
Suddenly.
Chen Xun looked coldly toward a spot among the demon corpses. There lay a Human-Faced Bird, its body deeply unnerving, like a perfectly straight tree trunk over thirty zhang tall. Its entire body was covered in motley feathers, making for an exceptionally bizarre sight.
It had also left him feeling uneasy ever since he had sat down at that tea stall.
Chen Xun stepped onto the wooden boat and flew over, looking down upon the battered, grotesque Human-Faced Bird. It had been a Mid-Stage Dao Integration demon, and blood still flowed unceasingly from its body.
Its tree-trunk-like body was gradually splitting apart, and the bodies of Human Race Cultivators flowed out with the remnants of its blood. Their expressions held a horrifying despair. They had long since lost all signs of life.
These Human Race Cultivators seemed not to have been completely refined yet, lying within the Human Pouch in the bird's belly.
Chen Xun's brows furrowed slightly, only to knit deeply in the end.
The disgust he felt was just like the first time he and Big Black Ox had killed someone after leaving Small Mountain Village. It was also the first time he had realized that such revolting creatures existed beneath heaven and earth—Human-Faced Birds...!
Whoosh.
Chen Xun spread open his palm, and