"Supreme Daoist Master Feng Bingwen, come out!"

Before the sun had risen and dawn had arrived, a blazing sun shone upon the mountain range where the human prodigies had temporarily settled, its scorching rays falling.

In an instant, the mountains burst into flames. The once lush and green forests turned scorched yellow at a visible speed, then were engulfed by the fire, turning into charcoal in large swaths. The clear streams did not last long before being evaporated. The fish, shrimp, turtles and tortoises struggled desperately, but could not escape being turned into charcoal ash.

All of this happened in just a few breaths, because a golden crow descended and, without restraining its power, recklessly unleashed the true solar fire originating from its bloodline, turning the mountains into a purgatory.

"What a magnificent three-legged golden crow!"

Beside Feng Bingwen, Yi Canglan, who had not yet left, burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant divine light. A large bow, which seemed neither gold nor wood, appeared in his hand at some unknown time. Just as he was about to take a step, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Brother Yi, wait!"

"Brother Feng, do not worry, I will go and shoot down this golden crow for you."

Yi Canglan turned to look at the young Taoist who had grabbed him. The smile on his face was like that of an old virgin who had not touched a girl for twenty-four years and was finally able to see the girl of his dreams. His breathing became heavy, and two white breaths gushed out of his nostrils, like two white dragons swimming.

"This golden crow is here to provoke me."

Feng Bingwen wouldn't let go. He knew that his friend had always dreamed of shooting down a golden crow. Today, a golden crow had finally flown overhead and was showing off. How could he miss it?

However, Feng Bingwen simply let things go since they didn't concern him; it didn't bother him, and saving himself the trouble was fine.

But when he discovered that when he fought against these ancient and demonic descendants, once he defeated them, he could plunder some mysterious opportunity from them to nourish himself and achieve extraordinary phenomena, his attitude changed.

Everything else can be given up, except for the eternal life of the Great Dao.

The Golden Crow that came to provoke them must have been carefully selected. After all, the human race had won a great victory, and as the royal family of demons, the Golden Crow would never send a member to be a stepping stone. This would only disappoint all the demons, shake the position of the King of Demons, and might even be completely overthrown.

"You are the Supreme Dao Child, how dare you so easily fight with a mere Golden Crow!"

"I've already defeated nearly twenty demon kings, so one more golden crow won't make a difference!"

"Brother Feng!"

The boy dressed in animal skins turned around and grabbed Feng Bingwen's hand. His trembling hand reflected the excitement in the boy's heart, who seemed to have come from the Great Wilderness.

“Brother Yi, you only want to shoot down one golden crow. There is more than one golden crow in the world. Wait a little longer, and your wish will surely come true. My cultivation has now reached a critical point, and it is time for transformation. This is the time for me to build my path. I hope that Brother Yi will not disturb my path.”

As he spoke, chaotic energy surged behind Feng Bingwen, and a giant egg floated up and down. However, the divine being sleeping inside the egg no longer had the appearance of an infant, but rather the appearance of a child. His eyebrows and eyes had grown out, and upon closer inspection, he actually resembled Feng Bingwen by seven points, only he was too immature.

"The Path!"

Having heard Feng Bingwen's words, Yi Canglan, who had been excited and agitated, calmed down. He saw the strange phenomenon that Feng Bingwen had displayed, and a look of guilt immediately appeared on his face.

"Brother Feng!"

"Don't worry, after this battle, I will personally go and find you a golden crow!"

Feng Bingwen patted him on the shoulder, then transformed into light and flew away. He couldn't delay any longer, because there were too many human prodigies who wanted to fight in his place against the Golden Crow.

Even though this golden crow was incredibly ferocious and its mere arrival nearly turned this mountain range into a dead end, it did not instill fear in the prodigies. Instead, they were all eager to try and replicate the magnificent feat of the ancient gods who shot down the golden crow.

"Step back, all of you! This golden crow is my opponent!"

After the light ascended into the sky, Feng Bingwen became somewhat anxious. He had only been delayed by Yi Canglan for a short while, and already some geniuses had rushed up to challenge the Golden Crow.

He was a warrior with surging blood energy, like a mighty river. He held a celestial halberd, cursing as he moved swiftly, ready to fight the Golden Crow. Even the true fire of the sun, capable of melting mountains and evaporating rivers, would not faze him.

"Supreme Daoist, this golden crow only has this much skill, yet it dares to challenge you. It has no right to do so. Watch as I cut off its bird head!"

Upon noticing Feng Bingwen's arrival, the martial arts barbarian not only showed no intention of stepping down, but instead shouted, his words sounding extremely respectful, yet revealing his intention to steal Feng Bingwen's opponent.

"You brute, don't think I don't recognize you. Your armor is practically melting away, so stop trying to be brave!"

Feng Bingwen cursed irritably. Without a doubt, this barbarian came from the Blood Qin Empire. Many princes and nobles from Blood Qin had come with him on this trip. Naturally, none of them were good-for-nothings; they were all carefully selected martial arts barbarians.

"Mere armor? Supreme Daoist, watch me slay the Golden Crow bare-chested!"

The man who took the lead, walking on air and fighting with the Golden Crow laughed heartily, completely unconcerned that his armor, scorched red by the true fire of the sun and seemingly about to turn into a pool of molten iron, was torn off directly.

"well!"

Seeing the man locked in a fierce battle with the sun, Feng Bingwen sighed. It wasn't out of regret, because the golden crow was unlikely to be defeated, and the blood-stained Qin man was already showing signs of defeat.

There's nothing we can do about it. Even after hundreds of millions of years of reproduction, the number of golden crows in this world is no more than a thousand. The rarity of pure-blooded golden crows is comparable to the number of disciples of the Supreme Daoist sect.

This is the law of heaven and earth, a shackle and restriction placed on such powerful bloodlines. If races like the Golden Crow, the Roc, the True Dragon, the Phoenix, and the Qilin, who are born sacred, could reproduce like mortals, then other races would have no chance to survive, not even a chance to rise to power.

A race that is restricted by the laws of heaven and earth means that every pure-blooded golden crow born from it is a true darling of heaven and earth. Even if they do nothing, in a battle between equals, their combat power will inevitably be among the best.

The sun is blazing!

This is one of the most famous true fires in the world. If a human cultivator can master the Daoist scripture that can refine the true fire of the sun and become an immortal, his status among immortals will be extremely noble.

However, for the Golden Crow, this is a supernatural power that they can instinctively master from the moment of their birth, without needing to spend any effort. The true fire they breathe out is something that even immortals would fear.

In the battles at the Yuan Dan realm, to put it bluntly, the Golden Crow is almost invincible. Even the most outstanding talents selected by the human race are mostly unable to fight against the Golden Crow and often only face defeat.

To fight the Golden Crow, the first requirement is to withstand the scorching heat of the sun's true fire. This is the most basic requirement. If you can't even meet this requirement, it's best to avoid it as soon as possible, lest you become a pile of ashes under the true fire.

Therefore, the fact that the Blood Qin prodigy, who was clearly just a martial artist, was able to fight the Golden Crow with his bare body, and that Jin Ping was able to withstand the True Fire of the Sun, is enough to show that he was truly incredibly powerful. His physique had reached the point where he could be called a saint in terms of physical body.

"We're going to lose!"

It wasn't just Feng Bingwen who noticed this; the surrounding prodigies were all quite perceptive. They could all see that when humans reached the pinnacle of cultivation, they truly couldn't compete with those races influenced by the heavens and earth in certain aspects, being crushed too much from the start.

"What a pity!"

"He has reached the pinnacle in every aspect of martial arts!"

"His future is promising. With his current foundation, he may very well be able to tear the Golden Crow apart head-on in the future!"

"That's exactly right!"

Many people offered objective and fair assessments, but many others had a mysterious glint in their eyes, a dazzling divine light, and were eager to try their luck. Many of them were thinking of waiting for this martial artist to be defeated before going up to fight the Golden Crow.

"Okay, get down now!"

Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't let those guys get their way. He reached out and grabbed at the sky, and the five-colored divine light naturally transformed into a giant hand that reached down into the firestorm stirred up by the golden crow, pulling out a pitch-black figure that was almost charred.

The Five Directions and Five Elements Supreme Mysterious Divine Light!

This supernatural power has evolved further; even if it is briefly subjected to the erosion of the true fire of the sun, it can remain unharmed, protecting one person and allowing them to escape the battlefield safely.

"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you rescue someone from my hands?"

Just as Feng Bingwen's divine light rescued the man from the flames, the golden crow that had unleashed the raging inferno suddenly let out a fierce cry. A tyrannical and domineering intent descended from the sky, crashing down as if to strike Feng Bingwen between the eyebrows and disrupt his consciousness.

"I am Feng Bingwen!"

A beam of divine light leaped from between Feng Bingwen's eyebrows, its sharp aura soaring straight to the heavens, directly crushing the mental attack launched by the Golden Crow.

"You are the Supreme Daoist Master?"

Stretching across the sky, completely banishing darkness, the divine bird of light from all directions was somewhat surprised. Its figure was completely surrounded by the true fire of the sun, a true fire that could even scorch divine thoughts, so its appearance was almost invisible.

Even so, Feng Bingwen could still feel two extremely scorching gazes falling on him. If his physique were slightly weaker, he might have burst into flames on the spot.

"Exactly!"

"Then this guy isn't? No wonder, how could the Supreme Dao Child be so weak that he couldn't even withstand my True Sun Fire!"

This golden crow, which had come to provoke them, spoke with an air of self-righteous arrogance, a unique quality cultivated only through a long period of pampered life.

"Since that's the case, then come up here and fight me!"

That's exactly what I was thinking!

Feng Bingwen put the fierce martial artist down. He looked miserable, but his heart was still beating like a war drum, and a vigorous life force was bursting out from it, repairing his body.

The Golden Crow spread its wings in the air, looking at the Supreme Daoist who had risen into the sky to confront him. Even though he had heard of the illustrious reputation of the human immortal sect since childhood, there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he had a unique temperament.

"Some old fellows in the clan are worried that I will be defeated by your human race. I think they are really overthinking it. So what if the human race rises up? They can only hold onto the land of the Nine Provinces, while my Golden Crow clan rules over the Ten Provinces!"

"..."

Feng Bingwen remained silent, too lazy to even respond. Hearing these words, he knew what kind of creature this Golden Crow was.

Of the nineteen continents in the world, the human race occupies nine. Moreover, each of the nine continents is governed by its own government and has different ideologies. There is no real sovereign over the nine continents. To say that the human race is a disorganized mess is a rather polite description.

The human race seems to have reached its peak and is now in decline, with much of its power being wasted in internal strife.

However, the world is not about who is stronger, but about who is less rotten. Compared to the human race, which is currently in disarray, the demon race, which seems to occupy more continents, is suffering from more internal strife.

The so-called demon race is just a very general term. If you were to analyze it in detail, you could study it for three days and three nights and still not be able to explain it clearly. But one thing is certain: there are quite a few groups of demons who are natural enemies or even adversaries.

As for the Golden Crow clan, which was supposedly revered by all demons, after the emperor's death, the so-called coexistence of all demons was basically a mere formality, and the Golden Crow's rule over the ten continents was only nominal.

The territory it actually controls is only about 30,000 li in radius around Tang Valley. To put it bluntly, the Demon Emperor's orders cannot leave Tang Valley.

This is common knowledge, common sense in the cultivation world, but the golden crow in front of us seems not to have figured out reality yet, still obsessed with the prosperous years when the golden crow ruled the world in ancient times.

How dare you?

The angry cry of the Golden Crow echoed across the increasingly clear sky; the real sun was about to rise.

"Disgrace the Golden Crow clan!"

"die!"

In just the first round of their exchange, it was as if a golden crow, whose sun had set, had become enraged, because Feng Bingwen had unleashed his fire spirit.

Because of the fortune Feng Bingwen received, his fire spirit now takes the form of a three-legged divine raven. This form is not unrelated to the Golden Crow; it is simply identical.

"You seem much weaker than I imagined!"

Feng Bingwen fiercely fought against the golden crow, unleashing all five elements. The brilliance of his supernatural powers illuminated the sky, and the aftershocks could still be felt even hundreds of miles away.

However, despite the intense battle, Feng Bingwen, one of the participants, did not feel any pressure. In fact, he felt increasingly at ease. Although it was a bit strange, he was too lazy to think about it. He directly released his special phenomenon, preparing to deliver the final blow to the Golden Crow and secure the victory.