Chapter 1450: The Flying Spirit Clans

"Fellow Daoist Han has already refined a Kunpeng feather, and with our help in integrating the Kunpeng true blood and sarira, no other clan can say anything about him being a member of our Heavenly Peng clan. But it is better to avoid extra trouble; regarding Fellow Daoist Han's matter, the two of you should not speak of it to the outside world. Just say he is a clansman our clan cultivated overseas. Do you understand?" The young girl instructed.

"We will strictly follow the Great Elder's order." This time, the man and woman lowered their heads and responded in unison.

The young girl nodded with satisfaction and said solemnly to Han Li:

"Fellow Daoist Han, I have already invited the duplicate scroll of the Heavenly Peng Oath out of the secret chamber, and Elder Shi has also just returned, so he can participate in unlocking the seal on the scroll. Prepare to sign your name on the scroll."

The so-called "Elder Shi" was naturally the black-robed man to the side.

"I have troubled the elders." Han Li did not stand on ceremony and agreed, his gaze falling on the wooden box on the table.

Seeing Han Li's action, Jin Yue beckoned with one hand toward the wooden box.

With a "whoosh," the item was directly pulled over and landed in the young girl's palm.

At this moment, not only Han Li, but the others also focused their gazes over.

Jin Yue's expression remained unchanged as her jade fingers brushed over the green leaves on the box.

Immediately, a green light burst forth, and she nimbly removed the leaves.

With a "puchi" sound, without the suppression of the spirit leaves, the red wooden box suddenly began to burn fiercely, transforming into a ball of red fire.

Jin Yue held the fire in one hand, shaking it as if it were nothing.

As the firelight converged, a half-foot-long red scroll appeared from within. At both ends of the scroll, there were two ghost heads—one green, one red—biting down on it. They were lifelike, as if they were alive.

She muttered an incantation and tossed the scroll in front of her, where it steadily floated in the low air.

Then, one of the wings on the young girl's back flapped, and a feather transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting out and disappearing into the scroll in a flash.

"Elder Shi, you and the others should also take action to unlock the seal." After the young girl finished casting her spell, she turned to the black-robed man and said.

"This matter concerns the survival of our clan; we will naturally do our best." The black-robed man smiled slightly, and a streak of black light shot out from the crow wings on his back, also shooting a black feather into the scroll.

As for the red-bearded elder and the beautiful woman, without waiting for the young girl to say anything, they performed the exact same action.

The scroll, having absorbed the feathers of the four Heavenly Peng clan elders, finally underwent a change in the air.

With a flash of red light, it expanded several times over. At the same time, the ghost heads at both ends opened their tightly closed eyes, revealing eyeballs as fresh and red as blood. With a release of their mouths, the previously locked scroll finally unfurled downward.

Red mist flickered on the scroll, and countless symbols of varying sizes rolled incessantly upon it.

A blue light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he saw the contents of the scroll clearly.

Within the red light were dense, small characters, most of which were names of people.

At the top of the scroll, the four golden characters "Heavenly Peng Oath" were written in Flying Spirit clan script.

Below were rows of pale silver characters detailing the oath, the content of which was identical to the records in the Heavenly Peng clan's classics.

Further down were rows of black-green names.

Han Li carefully swept his spiritual sense over the scroll.

As soon as it touched the red mist, a long, clear cry suddenly issued from the scroll. Immediately, the mist rolled, and a green giant Peng phantom flew out from the scroll. It was only a foot in size when it first flew out, but it immediately burst with spiritual light, becoming as large as a mountain, filling more than half of the hall and covering Han Li and the others beneath it.

Han Li and Bai Bi were startled, while Jin Yue and the other elders remained calm, as if this wasn't their first time seeing such a shocking scene.

"Retreat!"

Jin Yue raised one hand, revealing a green bronze mirror, and shook it at the bird phantom.

Immediately, the phantom let out a low cry, and its body shattered inch by inch, finally transforming into a stream of green mist that sank into the scroll.

"Use your own essence blood to sign your name on it. You must use your real name; otherwise, if you are backlashed by the oath, no one will be able to save you." Jin Yue put away the bronze mirror and said to Han Li with deep meaning.

Han Li felt a chill, and the slight hesitation he originally had was temporarily pushed to the back of his mind.

He took a deep breath and walked forward with large strides.

He opened his mouth and spat out a golden thread. With a flash of golden light, he made a small cut on his index finger. Forcing his spiritual power, he squeezed out a drop of pale golden essence blood from the wound.

"Eh?" The black-robed Elder Shi, who had been sitting upright, revealed a look of surprise.

"What is it? Did Elder Shi discover something amiss?" The red-bearded elder asked, twisting his beard.

"It's nothing. Fellow Daoist Han must have cultivated some special technique or consumed some strange fruits; otherwise, his essence blood wouldn't have this color." The black-robed man hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly.

"That's true. This golden essence blood is indeed very rare, but most of the time, it's a mutation that only appears after the physical body has reached a certain level of strength." The elder swept his gaze over Han Li, thoughtful.

The black-robed man smiled and didn't continue the topic.

At this moment, Han Li approached the scroll and, in a blank space, quickly wrote his name with his finger.

As soon as the pale golden essence blood touched the scroll, it sank into it character by character. After another flash, it transformed into black-green characters that reappeared, dry and lusterless, as if they had been written there for many years.

At the same time, Han Li faintly felt as if his primordial spirit had been watched by something, but it disappeared without a trace immediately after.

Han Li felt a shock in his heart; it seemed this Heavenly Peng Oath truly had some tricks.

The more it was like this, the more at ease he felt.

With this thing binding them, he imagined it wouldn't be easy for these Heavenly Peng clan elders to cross the river and burn the bridge.

Not mentioning Han Li muttering to himself in his heart, as soon as Jin Yue saw him finish writing his name, she immediately cast a spell and pointed at the scroll.

The item trembled, quickly rolled up, and transformed back into a scroll, with the two ghost heads moving to bite the two ends again.

She beckoned with one hand, and the scroll shrank, flying directly into the young girl's sleeve.

"Alright, since this matter is settled, Elder Xu will now speak about the Abyss Trial and the things you need to be careful about during this period. Remember them carefully; perhaps one sentence will save your lives during the trial." After the young girl put away the scroll, she said indifferently.

"The Abyss Trial is a trial that our Flying Spirit clan's seventy-two main branches must hold every three hundred years..." The red-bearded elder to the side began to speak slowly.

The three of them listened attentively...

Several days later, several giant snow-white birds flew out from the gate of the Holy City, then flew out of the restriction and headed straight in a certain direction.

Sitting on one of the giant birds was Han Li.

These white birds flapped their wings and flew over twenty zhang away, and after a few flaps, they flew to the edge of the horizon, transforming into several black dots. After another flash, they disappeared without a trace.

Three months later, on the top of a giant peak.

Around a huge square in a large area of emerald green buildings, stood over a hundred winged Flying Spirit clansmen. In the middle, a giant bird like a crane and a strange bird with colorful feathers were fighting each other in mid-air, each displaying their own magical powers.

The crane's movements were strange, and every peck and claw emitted a "chi chi" sound, looking exceptionally sharp.

The colorful strange bird had a single horn on its head and four wings on its back, and its whole body was wrapped in a colorful mist. No matter what kind of attack the crane landed on the mist, it took it as if nothing had happened.

The crane was furious at this, suddenly flying backward for dozens of zhang, then flapping its wings simultaneously at the colorful strange bird.

Immediately, dozens of long feathers shot out, then shook in mid-air, transforming into dozens of bright, sharp blades, which disappeared in a flash and simultaneously stabbed into the mist on the opposite side.

Although the colorful mist was miraculous, being hit by so many sharp blades at the same time, it finally let out a muffled groan and trembled violently, looking as if it were about to be forcibly torn apart.

The crane was overjoyed at this and was just about to cast another spell to urge those blades when the strange bird opposite suddenly let out a sharp cry. It opened its mouth, and a yellow wind surged out, blowing those blades until they were crooked and spinning in mid-air, completely losing control.

The crane was startled and also opened its mouth. A milky white beam of light flashed out, instantly piercing through the gale and reaching the front of the strange bird.

The strange bird's pair of purple eyes flashed with strange light, and the black single horn on its head flashed with red light, actually spitting out a red beam of light that collided exactly with the beam of light.

After a "rumble," both perished together.

"Brother Xun, whatever magical powers you have left, feel free to display them. If you don't have any, I'm going to make my move." A man's voice actually came from the strange bird's mouth.

"Hmph, your Horned Eagle clan only has these few magical powers; what can you do to me?" A cold voice also came from the crane's mouth.

"Alright, then let me show you a magical power I have recently cultivated." The strange bird said unceremoniously.

Immediately, its four wings shook simultaneously, and it transformed into a yellow bell, over a zhang high, with a simple and ancient style, amidst a flash of phantom light.

"Not good!" Seeing this scene, many people were startled and retreated. Only those who were confident in their cultivation stood still without moving.

The yellow bell shook by itself, and a dull bell sound erupted.

Everyone who heard this sound felt their brains buzzing, and they were greatly affected.

The crane, which had taken the brunt of the bell's power, fell headfirst from the sky without a sound.

At the same time, a white light flashed on its body, and it transformed into a Flying Spirit clan man in his thirties, wearing a white robe.

Another Flying Spirit clansman hurried out from the nearby crowd, caught the man, and landed lightly.

The yellow bell shook and transformed directly into another soap-robed youth, who cupped his fists slightly toward the bottom and said calmly, "I concede."

The man who had transformed into the crane finally woke up. Once he left his companion's support, he looked at the soap-robed youth in the sky with an ugly expression.

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