Ancient Divine Crow, with a crown of flaming gold atop its head, manipulated heaven and earth, dominating the land.
Now, its wings flapped furiously, shattering layers of space as it flew toward the distance at extreme speed, without reserving any strength. Its eyes were blood-red with a killing intent that was ice-cold.
Wherever it passed, the Divine Souls of countless beasts froze, and before they knew it, they had lost their lives, unable to survive under the frenzied killing intent of the Nascent Soul Monk.
Ancestors! Dragon Qi!
This was the belief of the Northern Plains family clans, the glory of their lives, the last pure land they had left.
Yet all these were desecrated by a group of lowly Loose Cultivators!
How could this be tolerated?
A storm brewed in space, with violent winds arising from all directions, causing all living beings to tremble with fear and unease.
