"Feather?"
Tang Hao focused his eyes and saw that the red light was actually red feathers.
The feather was huge. When it was spread out, it was like a blanket. One could imagine that the owner of this feather must be huge.
"It's a Phoenix!"
Then, Tang Hao remembered.
On the way here, he had seen many scenes, which should have been scenes from ancient times. One of them was a Phoenix, flying around the immortal Palace.
"That's right! These are the feathers of five real phoenixes. Moreover, this real phoenix has the cultivation of a true immortal. Every feather is a rare treasure, and even true immortals would fight for it. " Shangyang Zhenren said proudly.
This Phoenix was a treasure of his ethereal immortal Palace. Back then, many fellow Daoists were envious and wanted to ask him for a few feathers to refine into treasures.
"It's really a treasure!"
Tang Hao said happily.
This real phoenix was much stronger than the one in Nirvana sect.
