in the middle of flame sparrow mountain, a red flame was burning, outlining the ecological desolation of the withering of all life.
he did not know how long this peace would last.
all of a sudden, the flames rolled and pushed to the sides like waves.
under the illumination of a distorted ray of light, a huge object trembled slightly, as if it was using all its strength to open its dark golden eyes.
"forefather vermilion bird, your condition ... is worse than i thought."
bai wushang sat on the back of the great qilin, looking up and sighing.
today, after the azure dragon, he finally saw the vermilion bird, one of the four spirits of heaven who mastered the dao of fire.
however, compared to the descriptions in the legends, what was seen with the naked eye was too different.
this vermilion bird ... was too old!
it looked huge with a wingspan of 500 meters.