A wing span exceeding five thousand kilometers, the enormous White Crow lay prostrate, utterly still on the ground.
If viewed from another angle, one would definitely notice that its face was covered in shiny white scales, resembling a mirror that had shattered into sixteen distinct facets, exuding an extreme eeriness.
On its pale feathers, there surprisingly grew numerous tombstones, sprouting up like bamboo shoots after rain.
Some were dark as ink, others were dull yellow like pearls, some were emerald green like jade, others blood red like flesh, and some tender as intestines... The vibrant colors reminded one of mushrooms in an ancient forest.
The more poisonous, the more vivid.
The more vivid, the more poisonous.
Of course, these were still not the only changes.
At the tail end of the spine of this gigantic three-eyed white crow, a tail had grown unexpectedly.