A golden storm surged skyward.
Within the golden light, a pair of azure eyes locked onto An Jing, or rather, onto the "Taibai Immortal Foundation" he had just "conjured from thin air" in his hand!
This was a fierce and divine giant bird, resembling a Golden Winged Great Peng but with an even more violent aura. Its blood Qi soared to the sky, and its entire body was covered with wings as brilliant as the Golden Sun, each feather burning fiercely yet solidified on its surface.
Clearly the predator of this domain, its wingspan extended nearly a hundred zhang, and amidst the rising golden light, mysterious Daoist patterns of heaven and earth flowed.
Before its call had faded, the giant Peng suddenly vanished—it swooped with a speed akin to light, the mysterious runes on its wings rotating, forming a special Great Void membrane as if resonating with the surrounding spacetime. This was not a physical wing beat but a momentum exchange with the world's structure itself!
