The Three-legged Golden Crow, also known as the Great Sun Golden Crow, was the legendary son of the vast heavens, the essence of earlier heaven fire.
It was an existence on the same level as the phoenix, true dragon, qilin and kunpeng.
The Floating Life World had Fire Crows that were related to the Golden Crow. While they could not be considered true descendants of the Golden Crow, merely being of mixed blood amongst mixed blood. Still, they possessed the ability to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Still, they were much inferior to the true Three-legged Golden Crow.
A fully matured, pure-blooded Three-legged Golden Crow that had cultivated to the peak later on could directly transform into the great sun, being comparable to the true Sun Star as it was an existence that did not belong to the human realm.
Yan Zhaoge was very interested in the Three-legged Golden Crow because such divine beasts seemed to have gone extinct following the Great Calamity.
While the dragon race had withered, they had still existed following the Great Calamity. Meanwhile, there was little news of the Golden Crow.
Still, the silhouetted Golden Crow before him was clearly not an actual Golden Crow.
Southeastern Yang Heaven Territory, Green Peak High Plains, Three Foot Mountain.
The profundities of its supreme martial art, the Golden Crow Incinerating World Scripture, originated precisely from the true intent of the Great Sun Golden Crow's power.
This supreme martial art had belonged to a major power known as Golden Crow Valley in pre-Great Calamity times.
Following the Great Calamity, the founder of Three Foot Mountain had coincidentally obtained a remnant of the Golden Crow Incinerating World Scripture, establishing Three Foot Mountain with it.
Afterwards, the remnant scripture had been completed and Three Foot Mountain had thus become one of the greatest powers of the Green Peak High Plains, renowned throughout the entire southeastern Yang Heaven Territory.
Ahead of Yan Zhaoge, the silhouetted Golden Crow unceasingly traversed the dense Baleful Black Devilish Qi amidst the sunlight, evading numerous streams of black fog that resembled ink.
"Oh, they have some trump cards," Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge raised his brows slightly.
Surrounded by the Baleful Black Devilish Qi, it was like numerous ninth level Martial Saints were attacking together.
While it was not swift and agile enough, the destructive power of that black fog was truly shocking.
Even most Immortal Bridge Martial Saints would be injured upon contact and killed upon contact.
The Baleful Black Devilish Qi was too dense as it would definitely not be easy to traverse through them.
It was rumoured that the Chief of Three Foot Mountain was a mid Immortal Bridge Martial Saint.
Although the Golden Crow Incinerating World Scripture was extremely exquisite and there was also a high-grade Sacred artifact guarding the mountain gate, it was still extremely dangerous to pass through the Baleful Black Devil.
Still, looking at it now, Yan Zhaoge saw that was still advancing unceasingly.
There was pressure, but he could still cope with it.
This caused Yan Zhaoge to involuntarily feel rather interested.
He was even faster than those of Three Foot Mountain, gradually catching up to them.
However, guided by the horsetail whisk, they finally arrived at their destination!
The Golden Crow silhouette also sensed that someone was behind it, but it didn't stop. Instead, it suddenly descended.
The Golden Crow dodged the Black Devil Baleful Qi and descended into the sky above the sea.
The snow-white seawater of the Desolate Sea was the most dangerous existence in itself.
If anyone below the cultivation of an Exalt Martial Saint dared to step into it, their flesh and blood would turn into a pool of blood in no time.
Hence, those who entered the Desolate Sea would rather face dangers like the Baleful Black Devil Demon and the Heavenly Desolate Dark Flame than land on the surface of the sea.
However, at this moment, a huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the Desolate Sea. The center of the whirlpool led to the bottom of the sea.
There was an expanse of deep darkness there, and it was blurry and indistinct, causing it to be difficult to see exactly what lay within.
Looking over, Yan Zhaoge saw that the white line extended from the half-broken whisk in his hand was currently pointing towards that deep, bottomless darkness at the centre of the vortex.
Within that silhouette of the Golden Crow, there was clearly a white line as well that pointed towards the bottom of the vortex.
The Golden Crow spread its wings, transforming into a streak of golden light as it shot swiftly into the centre of the vortex, descending into the dim darkness.
The all-encompassing golden light instantly vanished.
Yan Zhaoge was neither flustered nor flustered as he descended towards the dim darkness at the bottom of the sea.
As soon as he entered that dim darkness, Yan Zhaoge felt a change in the surrounding space as he seemed to have passed through a door and entered another world.
"This is similar to when I was searching for the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace back then …" Yan Zhaoge pondered as he stabilised himself, bringing Ah Hu and Pan-Pan along as he traversed the dim darkness.
When the light of day reappeared before their eyes, it was a rather dilapidated scene.
The spiritual qi in this world had yet to dissipate completely. Still, it was chaotic beyond compare as it was hard to discern.
This world was not large. Its situation was rather similar to the Dim Radiant Mausoleum of the past as it had existed specifically for a cave manor.
Looking at the scene before them, it was indeed extremely long ago as time had washed over it like water, no longer possessing its former appearance.
Seeing this, it could be confirmed that this was indeed a manor left behind by a predecessor, its owner having already perished.
Even if he had not perished, he had already left for who knew how long, never having returned.
Yan Zhaoge even suspected that this place was like the foreign dimension where Loose Practitioner He had lived that year, having existed before the Great Calamity. While it had not been completely destroyed following the Great Calamity, it had still suffered a tribulation, resulting in such a scene.
He, Zhaoge, surveyed his surroundings, not finding any traces of those of Three Foot Mountain. It seemed like they had landed somewhere else.
The distant lofty mountains were concealed amidst the white fog, appearing rather ethereal and otherworldly. Still, their origins were hard to discern.
It was just that there seemed to be a Daoist temple amidst the white fog.
Yan Zhaoge strode forward, heading towards that Daoist temple.
As he walked, he discovered that this place was different. As he traversed that white fog, both space and time appeared strange.
As Yan Zhaoge walked within, he could only feel as though he had never gotten close to the Daoist temple at all as he was just walking in circles on the spot.
He shook his head, a red sword-glow vaguely flickering within his eyes.
Beneath the sharpness of the Immortal Trapping Sword that broke through space, the white fog before him instantly dispersed.
As he continued walking, the path instantly became clear. As Yan Zhaoge continued on his way, he arrived before that Daoist temple in a flash.
Yan Zhaoge halted his steps, seeing a decaying signboard outside the Daoist temple that was concealed amidst dust.
He blew on it, the dust dispersing to reveal the mottled signboard on which three words were written, "Daoist Temple."
"I don't have any impression of it …" Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself.
Was it built after the Great Calamity or had it been someone who had secluded himself from the world before the Great Calamity?
Before the Great Calamity, the martial repository of the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace had virtually all records of the various major sects and powers of the universe.
The only exception was the direct lineage of the Three Clear lineages. While the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace was aware of most of them, with the long passage of time, there would always be some who had secluded themselves from the world, unknown existences.
Yan Zhaoge's heart jolted slightly as he walked to the left of the Daoist temple. After making a detour, he gazed down from the mountain.
Halfway up the mountain in this direction, golden light was indeed flickering, concealed amidst the white fog as it resembled the rising sun.
It was precisely those of Three Foot Mountain.
They were clearly not as fast as Yan Zhaoge who wielded the Immortal Trapping Sword as Yan Zhaoge had arrived first despite having moved later.
As those of Three Foot Mountain raised their heads and gazed at the Daoist temple, they immediately saw Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu standing beside it.
Their expressions instantly changed.
Sadly, while the distance between them seemed not far, beneath the effects of the white fog, it was like the distance between the heavens and the earth.
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