The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 392:
Chapter 392: Chapter 246: The Morning Cry of the Phoenix
Translator: 549690339
Oooh~
Over the royal city of the You Huang Ghost Country, the wind rose and clouds surged, startling changes occuring one after another. Within the ghost city, a divine bird came into sight, a creature with brightly colored feathers of splendid hues, curiously peaking out from a seemingly inconspicuous palace.
Looking at the ghost creatures running around in panic on the streets, or those that were kneeling down, kowtowing to the mighty Ghost Kings above, a look of disdain flashed across the bird’s dark eyes. Then it lifted its head and its claws, seemingly cast from divine gold, treaded upon the broken streets. The divine bird, majestic and with high spirits, passed through the chaotic crowd of ghost creatures and headed towards the source of the destruction.
Despite being a creature full of vitality, when it moved among the ghosts, not only did the ghost creatures refrain from casting envious gazes upon it, they avoided it as if it were a venomous snake, scrambling to get out of its way.
Oooh~
Seeing the cowardly behaviour of the ghost creatures upon encountering it, the divine bird, with a nimbus of golden light over its head, its crest like a crown of fire, held its head even higher. It casual steps advanced, as if it were taking a relaxed stroll in the courtyard, towards the place where the Ghost Kings had fallen.
Its pace seemed leisurely, yet quick, crossing a distance of over ten miles in merely the time it would take to drink half a pot of tea. Along the way, it deliberately ventured to the edge of a gigantic palm imprint in the city, taking a moment to carefully inspect it.
Finally, it arrived at the location of the decapitated Ghost King’s fall, examining the fallen being that had created a celestial pit, lost its head, but was still surrounded by a blazing fire and deadly poison smoke.
Even the ferocious ghosts that had solid, flesh-like bodies couldn’t withstand the venomous fire and deadly smoke. However, for this multi-colored divine bird, it seemed sweet as ambrosia.
Its slender, pointed beak slightly opened and in the blink of an eye, it began to absorb the venomous fire and poison smoke, which had originally been scattered across the celestial pit, like a whale inhaling water. This essence transformed into a pulsating energy that flowed continuously into the bird’s gut.
This astounding occurrence captured the attention of many Ghost Kings in the city, who had previously been indifferent to the death and injury of their ghost subjects, casting peculiar, ambiguous glances full of intrigue.
For the most ordinary and common ghosts, losing one’s head did not signify death, let alone for the Ghost Kings who had reached a high level of existence.
A shattered head, to a Ghost King with a flesh-like body, was indeed a considerable loss, but it wasn’t catastrophic.
The headless Ghost King lying in his own crater appeared to be playing dead. However, now an audacious creature had dared to step forward, shamelessly devouring the Ghost King’s scattered power.
At this rate of absorption, if the headless Ghost King does not react and if no one steps forward to stop this, in not too long, the Ghost King would really die.
“Well, well. Haven’t seen you in a while, and you’ve grown so impressive?”
The commotion in the city naturally drew the attention of those in the sky. A white-clothed teenager, controlling the roaring thunder, rode the wind and arrived above the Sky Pit created by the headless Ghost King. He watched the divine bird hop into the pit and indiscriminately devour the Ghost King’s power.
He recognized at first glance, this divine bird, which bore no resemblance to a chicken anymore, was the colorful rooster that he and Black Mountain had tossed into the abyss to be trained and nurtured.
Even after years apart, the bird’s form and appearance had undergone a complete transformation, as if it had gained a new body.
Its once short and curled tail feathers had now grown long and thick, like the plumage of a phoenix. However, this guy was constantly hopping around and its feet rarely left the ground. Its beautiful tail feathers trailed at a height of several feet from the ground, fluttering about.
Even though this guy’s feathers were far superior to before, brilliantly colorful in the dreary backdrop of the Ghost City, Feng Qing’an instantly recognized it as the chicken he had previously thrown into the abyss.
Rightly so, no matter how gorgeous or dazzling this creature had become, its behavior and subtle movements were still very much reminiscent of a chicken.
A chicken at first sight!
Perhaps it hadn’t even realized that even though its body had undergone a dramatic transformation, its behavior still followed the norm it was most familiar with.
Oooh~
Upon seeing the figure of the white-clothed teenager appear in the sky above, the divine bird, in midst of its feast, pauses momentarily in a blink one might miss. The next instant it resumes its feast, obliviously continuing to devour the Ghost King’s power.
“At this rate, you’re too slow. How long will it take you to finish?”
Speaking, Feng Qing’an inadvertently glanced at the headless Ghost King playing dead and then with a soft smile, extended his hand, fingers splayed, as if summoning something.
Zing~
A sound like a dragon’s roar echoed in the wind. In the high sky above, the whipping wind rushed towards a corner of the Ghost City, followed by the emergence of a fully armored wind dragon with green scales, its whiskers fully visible. The dragon let out melodious cries that rippled joyously through the air, soared into the sky, circled around, and then dove towards Feng Qing’an.
Hum~
