The arrogant voice that belittled the human race did not elicit any reaction from Feng Bingwen. He was just an old relic abandoned by the times, completely unable to see the current trend of the world. He could only howl and bark wildly in this secret realm, reminiscing about the afterglow of the sunset that did not belong to him at all.
"The human race now occupies the land of the Nine Provinces. Although they are not as powerful as the Golden Crow race once was, they are still a force that no race dares to underestimate."
Feng Bingwen gazed at the two divine birds perched on the Flaming Divine Tree and answered their questions.
"How could a mere human possibly possess the prestige of a golden crow!"
The spirit of the Great Sun True Fire was very satisfied with Feng Bingwen's answer. The memory of the Golden Crow ruling the world still lingered in his mind, and that arrogance was even rooted in his spirituality.
"Humans, is the Golden Crow Clan still the ruler of heaven and earth? Has the rise of humanity been recognized by the Golden Crow Clan? Are humans now the strongest vassals of the Golden Crow Clan?"
Arrogance that seems inevitable stems from ignorance. Fortunately, Feng Bingwen is a cultivator who enjoys teaching, and he is not stingy in answering these ridiculous questions.
"The Golden Crow Clan is still a powerful force in the world, but it ceased to be the ruler of the world after the end of the ancient era. Now, only the youngest son of the Demon Emperor holds the title of Demon Emperor, but unfortunately, he is not worthy of the title. Many powerful demon clans obey his orders but not his commands!"
Feng Bingwen spoke with a sigh, seemingly lamenting the end of the Golden Crow's glory. However, his words had a completely different effect on the spirit of the Great Sun True Fire. Blazing flames surged across his body, and the rock crevices where the divine tree was perched were instantly melted and evaporated.
"Impossible! The Demon Emperor suppresses the world and sweeps across the nine heavens and ten earths. How could the Golden Crow Clan lose its power to rule the world? You are deceiving me, you despicable human!"
"I have no reason to deceive you, and you have no right to make me deceive you!"
Feng Bingwen spoke calmly. Behind him, a five-colored celestial wheel radiating brilliant immortal light appeared, instantly suppressing the raging fire. The surging spiritual pressure that even immortals felt oppressed was also easily ignored by Feng Bingwen, like a spring breeze.
"The Demon Emperor disappeared, and then the world was thrown into chaos, and the Golden Crow clan lost its position as the ruler of heaven and earth!"
"The Demon Emperor has disappeared? How could the Demon Emperor disappear? That's impossible!"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the spirit of Nanming Li Fire was surprised, but the spirit of the true fire of the sun was even more excited. Feng Bingwen understood this reaction.
As for sympathy? Absolutely not. This fire spirit is just a golden crow in appearance. Does it think it's a descendant of that demon emperor just because it looks the same?
What a joke! Even if we went to Tang Valley, those three-legged divine birds wouldn't recognize us. Instead, they would swallow us whole. The power of the same origin is the perfect supplement to enhance our strength.
"This is the greatest mystery of ancient times; no one knows what happened!"
"Then how did your human race rise to power?"
The Spirit of Nanming Fire stared at Feng Bingwen and asked curiously. He had been misled by his companions, thinking that the human race's potential in some aspect had been recognized by the Golden Crow Clan, which was why they had been supported and had a place in this world. However, judging from the evolution of ancient times, the rise of the human race seemed to have nothing to do with the Golden Crow.
"I don't think there's much to answer to this question. Although you were born after being sealed in the secret realm, you seem to have related memories. In that case, you should know how the Nine Provinces of the human race came to be. It couldn't have been given to you by other races!"
Feng Bingwen smiled reservedly. He had not forgotten his experience of going to the demon territory in the past. The great cultivators, immortals and Buddhas who accompanied him were only the most basic guarantee. The real powerful backing was the human race, which no one dared to ignore.
"The human race today is not what I remember!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the spirit of the Southern Ming Fire was deeply moved.
The struggle for the continuation of bloodlines in the land of the race's reproduction is a fundamental bottom line that cannot be compromised. The fact that the human race can occupy the land of the Nine Provinces and become a powerful race in the world is because they must have stepped on countless corpses!
Peaceful rise?
If we don't even have vast lands for living and multiplying, how can we rise to prominence? Peace is a joke.
"The Demon Emperor has disappeared, but the Golden Crow Clan still has ten imperial princes. Why is it that now only the youngest imperial prince remains in the Golden Crow Clan?"
The Spirit of True Sunfire, standing to the side, pondered Feng Bingwen's words. The Demon Emperor had disappeared, and he could still hope that the great being was trapped in some dangerous place. But what about the Emperor's son? Why was only the youngest one left?
"Because the others are all dead. In the Middle Ages, they were all shot down from the sky!"
Feng Bingwen maintained his original tone, neither arrogant nor impatient, neither hasty nor slow.
"It was shot down from the sky?"
The Spirit of the True Fire of the Sun stared intently at Feng Bingwen, enunciating each word clearly.
"When the human race rose to power, the already fallen Golden Crow race was unwilling to accept defeat and overestimated its strength to try to stop it. So it had a powerful human archer shoot it down. Out of respect for the Demon Emperor, they spared the smallest one."
Feng Bingwen explained earnestly, which was also a roundabout way of answering the question raised by the Spirit of the True Sun Fire not long ago.
"Nonsense!"
The words spoken by Feng Bingwen conflicted greatly with his memories, causing the Spirit of the True Fire of the Sun to subconsciously resist and refuse to believe such a fact.
It's absurd! In ancient times, humans weren't even qualified to approach a noble golden crow, yet they were able to shoot down an emperor's son. It's laughable.
"It's just the truth. Even if you find it hard to accept, there's nothing I can do. If you really can't stand it, I can make up a lie that you can accept!"
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Feng Bingwen appeared to be a very warm-hearted person, but to the spirit of the true fire of the sun, this was nothing short of mockery. The once arrogant fire spirit instantly flew into a rage.
"How dare you, a mere human, insult me?"
With a cry, the blazing true fire of the sun swept down like a waterfall of fire, instantly engulfing the area where Feng Bingwen stood.
"It was just telling you some true history that you don't want to hear, and you've already gotten into such a rage."
The flames that swept down and spread in all directions parted to reveal Feng Bingwen, whose Daoist robes were completely untouched by scorch marks. On his shoulder stood a spirited little bird, which was enjoying the continuous stream of solar fire flowing towards Feng Bingwen.
"As expected, you are just a flame in name only, not a true Golden Crow. Even if you were a Golden Crow, you wouldn't be much stronger than me!"
This time it was a genuine mockery, and the Flame Spirit was enraged by Feng Bingwen. With a cry, it flapped its wings and flew up from the Flame Divine Tree, pouncing on Feng Bingwen, wanting to tear him apart on the spot, turn him into ashes, and preferably leave not even a trace.
Quack!
As the same golden crow's cry rang out, a tiny bird, no bigger than a fist, perched on Feng Bingwen's shoulder, spread its wings and took flight. Its minuscule size, carrying the surrounding solar true fire, transformed into a bird with a wingspan of a hundred feet as it faced the swooping spirit of solar true fire.
Although the size difference between the two was obvious at a glance, Feng Bingwen stopped caring after one look, because their power came from the same source.
That spirit of true solar fire surpasses the fire spirit derived from the innate five elements Dao body in terms of scale, but that's all. It's not that it's completely impossible to cause fundamental damage to the fire spirit, but it's simply not possible in a short time.
This is also the source of Feng Bingwen's confidence to face the situation head-on, and even dare to make a few sarcastic remarks. Otherwise, he would not put himself in danger for the sake of a momentary argument, which is not the behavior of a cultivator.
Are you going to attack me?
As Feng Bingwen stepped on the waves of flame formed by the true fire of the sun, he looked at the spirit of Nanming Li Fire, who was still standing on the divine tree of flames. She had the majesty and majesty of the Vermilion Bird, and was even more magnificent than the Vermilion Bird he had ever seen.
Why would I attack you? You meant me no harm!
The spirit of Nanming Lihuo asked in return, somewhat puzzled.
"You're not with it, huh!"
Feng Bingwen raised his finger and pointed to the Great Golden Crow, which was enraged and attacking the Fire Spirit with all its might. But what if the power was the same, even if it was a hundred times stronger?
Can fire harm fire? Of course, but they are of different attributes. For example, the extreme Yin energy of Earth True Fire can be extinguished by opposing forces like Solar True Fire and Southern Bright Fire.
"He just finds it hard to accept."
The Spirit of Nanming Fire said indifferently, rather than saying that it had been looking forward to this guy who was relatively close to it getting a lesson, since this guy often referred to himself as the Golden Crow and was very proud of himself.
"I can sense that you treat me differently than you treat him. Why is that?"
"You can even sense my emotions?"
Feng Bingwen asked with some curiosity, his eyes slightly unreadable. Was his self-cultivation really that bad?
"I can only perceive emotions that are relevant to me!"
The spirit of the Southern Ming Fire answered in this way.
"I see!"
Feng Bingwen nodded.
Can you answer my question?
"It's very simple. The form you've taken now has extraordinary significance for the human race!"
"Is it because the Vermilion Bird helped you during the rise of the human race?"
"That's right. Although the rise of the human race was hindered by many races, it also received a lot of help. Among them, the Vermilion Bird Clan played a pivotal role. Even today, there are still human races who worship and offer sacrifices to the Vermilion Bird!"
Feng Bingwen was surprised by the intelligence and composure of this spirit of Nanming Li Fire, but at the same time he did not mind establishing a good relationship with him, after all, he had not yet mastered Nanming Li Fire.
"That sounds interesting! I really want to go out and see the world!"
The spirit of Nanming Lihuo sighed sincerely. Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Feng Bingwen's eyes.
"You can't leave the secret realm?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Feng Bingwen knew he had asked a stupid question. If these collected true fires could leave the secret realm once they developed sentience, how could he possibly encounter them now that he had returned after countless millennia? They would probably be completely gone.
"No, we are trapped here and have no freedom. We have tried many methods, but none of them can get us to the outside world!"
The spirit of the Southern Ming Fire answered calmly.
"Do you yearn for the outside world?"
Feng Bingwen nodded thoughtfully.
He can now be fairly certain that the seven true flames have been gathered in the secret realm, and there may be even more special flames of the same level as the true flames. After all, the so-called seven true flames are defined by human cultivators, and this thing is too far-fetched.
This secret realm has been sealed away for far too long, long enough that these flames have become sentient. Fortunately, their form of existence is extremely unique, making them insensitive to the passage of time.
Even so, these guys seem to be really frustrated, with a deep longing for the outside world, and there might be room for manipulation within that.
Can you help me?
The child of incandescent flames gazed at Feng Bingwen.
"I don't know, but I can give it a try."
Feng Bingwen replied in this way.
"I have nothing to give you, this is the only gift I can give you!"
As they spoke, the crimson divine bird opened its beak and spat out a crystal burning with incandescent flames.
"A spark!"
Feng Bingwen stared at the object that resembled an inner core. After grasping it and sensing it briefly, he looked up in surprise.
This is a fire seed that can be easily refined. Once you master it, you can easily cast the Southern Bright Fire by simply infusing it with magic power. It's an idiotic operation that even a fool could do.
This is precisely why Feng Bingwen was so surprised; it was as if he had gained a great supernatural power for free.
"An advance thank-you gift!"
In response to Feng Bingwen's question, Zhuque replied as follows.
"I can't guarantee I can get you out of here!"
"It's enough that you're willing to try!"
"I will do my best."
The fire in his hand was a little too hot to handle. Having already gained some benefits, Feng Bingwen dared not linger in this secret realm. His figure gradually turned into nothingness, and he left the secret realm and returned to the outside world.
After he disappeared, the fire spirit that was fighting with the spirit of the true fire of the sun also disappeared. The golden crow, unable to accept the cruelty of the real history, landed on the divine tree, looked at its kind whose aura had weakened considerably and who appeared somewhat listless, and spoke in an exceptionally unfriendly tone.
"Why didn't you help me? Instead, you shared your power with that lowly human."
"I want to go out."
Suzaku answered calmly, his eyes blazing with flames as he silently watched the still-angry spirit of the Sun's True Fire.
"Don't you want to leave this cage?"
"..."
Upon hearing this question, the aggressive Golden Crow paused, fell silent, and remained utterly quiet.
Even spirits cannot withstand imprisonment for tens of thousands of years. To possess intelligence without freedom is a form of torture.
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