Before this, Chu Feng had been speculating that either the Vermilion Bird or the Golden Crow were inhabiting the Taishang terrain. But now it seemed that it wasn’t the case at all.
A nest of Golden Crows had been burned to death. This was a living ancestor who played with fire and was definitely a true God. He could also be considered an immortal bird that had descended to the human world, but he had actually died tragically.
Of course, that Cliff must also be very special. There was an unimaginable mystical fire within it.
Now it seemed that the Vermilion Bird and the Golden Crow couldn’t stay here for long either. What kind of creatures were lurking in the danger zone and which race did they belong to?
On the unfathomable terrain, dense fog rose up in spirals. It was as if it was covering a layer of the sky. One couldn’t see through it and couldn’t see clearly.