"Get out of the way!"

A fierce wind howled in the heavens, and a golden crow with a wingspan of a thousand feet went berserk. The true fire of the sun, which moved with its divine will, surged and raged. Even the fierce wind, which could easily tear apart mountains and cut through gold and jade, could not get close and was directly annihilated and blasted into nothingness.

"The younger generation is vying for power, yet you, fellow Daoist, wish to intervene. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Opposite this powerful golden crow, which could even disturb the gale-force winds, a Taoist priest held up a bronze oil lamp, in which only a tiny candle flame flickered.

Compared to the golden crows on the opposite side, which could easily be thousands of feet tall, this little light was extremely weak and negligible.

Yet, this tiny flame allowed the Taoist priest to remain calm in the face of the enraged golden crow.

The true fire of the sun, which could even melt the fierce winds of the heavens, surged towards him, but was completely absorbed by that single point of light, without escaping even a trace.

“Amitabha Buddha, what the benefactor San Deng said is absolutely right!”

The Buddha's light shone brightly, transforming into an unbreakable barrier in the heavens above, suppressing all the true solar fire that spewed from the enraged golden crow, preventing it from raging across the sky.

"The Great Sage Lantuo has already spoken, and your clan's Demon Emperor has also declared it to Heaven and Earth. Yet you, benefactor, wish to disregard the orders of the Demon Sage and Demon Emperor at this time. Could it be that you rely on your status as a noble of the Golden Crow clan to act recklessly and disregard the rules?"

"absurd!"

Looking at the indistinct, ethereal figures of immortals and Buddhas before him, which had already partially surrounded him, the flapping of his wings caused the tens of thousands of miles of celestial energy to surge into the turbulent fury of the Golden Crow Demon God.

"Was that kid having a proper fight with my daughter? What was he doing? Can't you tell?"

"It's just close combat. Does a life-or-death battle have to distinguish between male and female? You've already reached such a level, how can you say such ridiculous things?"

A warrior clad in black armor stood in the air, surrounded by the true fire of the sun, yet his face remained unmoved, as if he were immersed in a hot spring.

"presumptuous!"

Hearing the veiled and overt sarcasm and attacks directed at him by these human cultivators, the Golden Crow Demon God, who could completely replace the sun and bring blessings to the world in these small worlds, became even more furious.

Human cultivators at the Yuan Dan realm cannot penetrate the fire domain constructed by the true fire of the sun, whether with their eyes or their divine sense. However, as a direct descendant, the shielding effect of such true fire is non-existent in front of him.

Therefore, the Golden Crow Demon God who followed to guard his back saw a human cultivator. After a brief standoff with his daughter, the demon god crushed his daughter and climbed onto her back.

Imagine a father seeing a male creature he's never seen before bullying, harassing, or even oppressing his daughter. How would he feel?

As a demon god, he could even hear his daughter's mournful cries filled with resentment and bitterness amidst the fireworks. How powerless and humiliated he felt! As a father, he could only watch helplessly from the heavens as all of this unfolded.

Unbearable!

"What is that little thing down there doing? Can't you see it? There's a limit to pretending to be deaf and dumb!"

The Golden Crow Demon God suppressed his anger. There was nothing he could do; there were too many powerful human beings blocking his way. Three of them had already shown themselves, and there were more than a dozen more lurking in the distance. He was not confident that he could break through their blockade. He feared that the moment he made a move, he would be pushed back.

Although he was not alone, the demons and immortals watching the battle were not united at all. They were too busy watching the show to risk a conflict with the human race.

After all, the two sides were in different positions. In the eyes of other demons and gods, he was just a golden crow that had not yet grown up, being bullied and teased by a human. So what if he was touched? If he hadn't resisted, he wouldn't have lost a single hair, and his life would have been safe. What was there to be impulsive about?

"Playing dumb? What nonsense are you spouting? Has your Golden Crow clan fallen to such a state that even in battle, your noble bodies cannot be touched? Touching them is an offense? How laughable!"

The general from Qin showed no mercy in his mockery. His status had risen with his increasing strength, but now that he was in a position where it was difficult for him to take action, he had to hone his verbal skills.

“If you are truly worried about your eldest daughter getting hurt, you can concede defeat on behalf of the Golden Crow Clan, and then this battle will end here. This old monk can shamelessly ask the Supreme Daoist to tell him to stop.”

With his hands clasped together and a sorrowful expression on his face, the old monk behind him, whose image of a thousand-foot-tall Buddha appeared, spoke, his words sounding quite peaceful.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he caused a commotion in the distance. Wild and violent demonic energy raged, and demon gods and immortals appeared.

"Humans, you've gone too far! Do you think our demon race is powerless?"

At this moment, a demon immortal appeared to support the Golden Crow Demon God. Regardless of their internal conflicts, they had to maintain a facade of unity in the face of the rising human race, a new power in the world.

The human race demanded that the Golden Crow race bow down and admit defeat, but over hundreds of millions of years, the Golden Crow race has become, to some extent, a symbol of the demon race. Even though the race has declined, this remains an unchangeable fact.

Therefore, this is not just a problem for the Golden Crow clan alone. The Golden Crows can lose, and even any Golden Crow can be shot down, but the Golden Crow clan cannot bow down.

"What? Do you want to start a war?"

One by one, immortals, Buddhas, and warriors who had been hidden in the void revealed themselves, showing no weakness. Beyond the nine heavens, fierce winds surged, demonic energy soared into the sky, divine rainbows hung in the air, Buddhist light was vast, and immortal energy was ethereal.

"Then let's go!"

"Come on then! Do you demons really think that my human race is still like it was in ancient times, where you can bully us at will? Your glory days are long gone; now it is the era of my human race!"

"Amitabha Buddha, dear benefactors, please calm your minds. As the sage once said..."

The generals from the Great Qin Dynasty roared and shouted, their blood surging like dragons. Their expressions and actions fully demonstrated what it means to be happy at the prospect of war. But they were not the only ones who came here; there were also great masters from the Buddhist sect.

As for the immortals from the Taoist sect, most of them remained silent at this moment, but without making a sound, they had already taken out their most powerful immortal artifacts, ready to fight at any time, showing no fear whatsoever!

Even though the impending conflict was tens of thousands of miles away, the afterglow of its strange phenomena was still faintly sensed by those below.

What happened?

Feng Bingwen, who was clinging to the back of the Golden Crow with great interest and exploring the mysteries within its body, suddenly sensed something. He raised his head, his face showing horror, and a feeling of unease rose in his heart.

"Kid, whatever you're planning to do—whether you want to capture this golden crow or just kill it on the spot—hurry up and don't delay any longer!"

Just as Feng Bingwen was wondering, a voice transmission sounded in his voice. It was a voice he had never heard before, but the faint divine power it revealed made him realize the identity of the person transmitting the voice.

"Amitabha Buddha, young benefactor, please stop! If you continue to touch me like this, there will be war and disaster!"

A Buddhist chant echoed in his mind, followed by a voice that sounded quite benevolent, even faintly inspiring one to have an instant enlightenment. However, after understanding its meaning, Feng Bingwen ignored it.

Wasn't this a blatant order to release the golden crow beneath him and end the battle? How could he do that? He'd already gotten to the bottom of it, almost completely understanding the golden crow's anatomy. Giving up now would mean losing everything, failing to achieve his goal.

If the immortal who had relayed the message to him earlier had also told him to let go, he might have considered it. But now, the Taoist immortal and the Buddhist monk had a conflict of opinion. It goes without saying which side he preferred—of course, he would listen to his own sect.

"You little golden crow, you're so naughty, wasting so much of my effort!"

A vague premonition made Feng Bingwen feel as if a great calamity was about to befall him, but this sense of impending doom was also accompanied by a strange sense of unease.

This strange and contradictory feeling made Feng Bingwen subconsciously strengthen the divine sense that had invaded the Golden Crow's body, and accelerate the pace of his exploration.

"You wicked human villain, I'll fight you to the death!"

Feng Bingwen's further actions provoked the golden crow even more, causing the divine bird to act even more madly. It plummeted from the sky and crashed headfirst into a mountain thousands of feet high.

"It's pointless, a waste of time, just pointless fuss. Can't you just lie still and let me touch you properly?"

He ignored the oncoming rocks and vegetation, his body seemingly unmoved, allowing them to pass through him without any contact or collision.

Five Elements Escape Technique!

It can freely travel among the acquired five elements, and only the innate five elements and those that transcend the five elements can restrain it. But such materials are all coveted by immortals. How could this golden crow possibly encounter such a thing by randomly crashing into a mountain?

"No, no!"

The Golden Crow struggled frantically, and the true fire of the sun that spewed from her body melted everything that came into contact with it. The rocks and dust on the mountain were directly melted into magma, permanently changing the landscape of the area. A huge lava lake was gradually taking shape around it and was constantly expanding.

However, this astonishing action did not affect her current predicament at all. Feng Bingwen still clung tightly to her, and even moved to a different position.

Because the golden crow was relentlessly rubbing the earth with its back, Feng Bingwen had no choice but to fly to its abdomen to continue exploring and uncovering the mysteries contained within the bloodline of the golden crow clan.

"No, not there!"

"Lie still, it'll be over soon!"

"Where is it...? No!!!"

A high-pitched cry, so loud it seemed to shatter gold and split rocks, echoed through the mountains and forests. The human prodigies watching from the sidelines could see a three-legged divine being, radiating boundless golden divine light, attempting to rise from the ground.

But in the end, after letting out a scream full of grief and indignation, it fell helplessly into the lava lake created by the true fire of the sun, as if it were dead, drifting in the lava, motionless.

However, the vigorous blood energy naturally permeating her body, and the still surging true fire of the sun, indicated that she had not suffered a blow that could threaten her life; only her heart seemed dead.

My heart is dead!

Standing on the chest and abdomen of the Golden Crow, Feng Bingwen calmly lowered his head. He looked at the Golden Crow's originally bright and dazzling eyes, which were now obviously dim. Although they were still shining, it was as if all the energy and spirit in them had been drained.

"I only touched you once, why are you so disheartened? You Golden Crow are truly a disgrace to your clan!"

Having reaped a bountiful harvest and brimming with self-satisfaction, Feng Bingwen issued a triumphant declaration from his lofty position. His arrogant demeanor appeared utterly repulsive to some beings in the heavens above.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

A divine thought filled with anger and resentment rang in Feng Bingwen's ears. However, this divine thought was different from the high-pitched cry of the golden crow in front of him, which sounded like the clash of metal and stone. Instead, it was melodious, clear and pleasant to the ear, which was a different kind of enjoyment.

"Is this the sound you can make? Isn't it quite pleasant? Why did you just caw like a crow? It was awful and jarring!"

Feng Bingwen looked disgusted and stepped on the seemingly soft feathers under his feet. To be honest, the Golden Crows didn't feel good underfoot because their feathers, which could withstand the scorching heat of the sun, were really too hard.

If it weren't for Feng Bingwen's special physique, any other, more outstanding Yuan Dan cultivator who dared to come into such close contact with the Golden Crow would have been roasted alive by the True Fire of the Sun long ago.

"Get down!"

"As expected, she's a female golden crow. Despite her enormous size, she's so narrow-minded!"

Feng Bingwen curled his lip and muttered to himself. During the battle, he really couldn't determine the personality of the golden crow in front of him. After all, the crow's cry was so difficult to distinguish between male and female, and he wasn't an expert in this area.

However, after he thoroughly explored the golden crow from the outside in with his divine sense, the question of whether it was male or female became clear.

"Get out!"

A massive, ten-thousand-acre lava lake erupts with towering, fiery waves, and the light of Fengbing Culture flashes by, only to reappear high in the sky.

The next moment, as Feng Bingwen finished his exploration, the fire spirit, which underwent a violent transformation, flew to his feet and supported Feng Bingwen's Dao body!

"Hahaha, not bad. The only difference between it and the Golden Crow is that it has no blood energy!"

"Feng Bingwen, don't be so smug. The one the clan arranged to fight you was not me, but my younger brother. I ran away from here, and in terms of combat experience, I am not even one-tenth or one-twelfth as good as my brother."