The pheasant was accustomed to having the final say at Kunlun Mountain. It pecked down without any regard for anything.
Zhou Wen's eyes remained closed, but it was as though he had already expected the pheasant's attack trajectory. He raised his palm slightly and extended a finger, blocking the pheasant's beak.
At the instant the two came into contact, the wheel of light behind Zhou Wen was like a true black hole that instantly devoured everything.
The man and pheasant didn't seem to change, but their surroundings had become extremely strange.
The garden that was inches away vanished. The grass, flowers, and trees vanished as well. The golden-winged bird that was eyeing them covetously also vanished. It was as though Zhou Wen and the pheasant were the only ones left in the world. Everything around them was an empty darkness.
The pheasant was slightly stunned as it looked around, seemingly puzzled.
