Chapter 1143: Chapter 80: Ice Soul_4 Chapter 1143: Chapter 80: Ice Soul_4 It was almost comfortable enough to fall asleep.
But in the silent mont, the huge egg that had troubled it for a long ti quietly fell from its cloaca.
“Glo!”
Fanming felt as if a burden had been lifted and suddenly woke up.
It hurriedly wrapped the egg in its wings, which had grown a few feathers, and enveloped the egg with spiritual power to take a closer look.
The egg was as big as a mortal’s courtyard.
Although it was white inside the cloaca, once laid, it faintly shimred with a scale-like glow.
At the mont, the egg contained only yolk and egg white, so there was nothing unusual about it.
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Fanming did not dare delay and quickly held the egg gently with both claws, then flew out over the sea.
After sensing for a while above the sea, it continued to fly east.
Along the way, it saw many large ships hanging yellow dragon flags coming from the southeast direction.
Being extrely sensitive to human cultivators, it didn’t dare to reveal its form and deliberately avoided the southeast, flying straight east.
It would fly for a while, then stop on a small island for a while.
anwhile, it used its spiritual power to create a stable temperature to incubate the egg.
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Its lifespan was long, beyond the knowledge of the years passing by.
After who knows how long, it finally saw a vast, endless continent.
But this continent was sowhat different from the ones it had seen before.
The land was composed of endless yellow sand, rolling like dust.
The light of the great sun was extrely bright, to the extent that even it felt a slight burning sensation.
Only the spiritual energy was exceedingly sparse.
It was accustod to this.
As a divine beast, it was extrely sensitive to spiritual energy.
It concealed its form and felt around carefully.
Soon it sensed a place rich with spiritual energy near the bottom of the yellow sand close to the sea area.
After confirming there was no strong cultivator’s aura, it still observed quietly for a while before burrowing into the sand.
What it didn’t expect was that below the sand lay a gathering place for the human race cultivators.
Seeing Fanming, they were all incredibly astounded.
Fortunately, their cultivation base was diocre.
To prevent any leaks, Fanming did not hesitate and swallowed them all.
It then found a convergence point of Spiritual Lineage in this gathering area and settled down right away.
It comfortably continued incubating the egg.
Again, who knows how much ti passed.
Finally, there was movent in the egg.
A fragnt of the shell cracked open.
Then around the egg, the little one inside pecked out several holes.
Fanming did not move.
The natural instinct of chickens told it that this was not the ti to intervene.
Its choice was not wrong.
Before long, the little one inside managed to peck a hole through the egg with its own efforts.
It then revealed a fuzzy little chick that had not yet opened its eyes and had only a few feathers on its back.
Seeing it was a little chick, Fanming let out a sigh of relief.
But a hint of confusion arose in its eyes:
“This shouldn’t be…”
Normal Spirit Chickens, shouldn’t they be covered in down and able to walk and hop as soon as they are born?
Why does this Spirit Chicken seem a bit off?
And its beak seems to hook downwards sowhat.
However, the chick in front of it was too small, and it indeed could not tell much.
Hesitant, it still sensed for a while.
Sure enough, it felt a trace of an aura inside the chick that originated from its own Primordial Spirit.
Fanming couldn’t help feeling overjoyed.
“My thoughts were true after all!”
“This offspring is born of my Primordial Spirit combined with Yin and Yang.
Besides inheriting this physical bloodline, it is also imbued with the aura of my Primordial Spirit.
As it grows, it will be able to withstand my Primordial Spirit!”
Thinking this, its heart instantly leapt with joy.
However, along with the joy, trouble quickly followed.
The little chick was quite large, but more importantly, its appetite was astonishingly huge!
Even though Fanming frequently went out to sea to find Whale Beasts for it, storing them in its crop and feeding it seven or eight als a day, it still wasn’t enough to satisfy its digestion.
After feeding it for a full cycle of cold and heat.
The little chick still showed no signs of growth, and its constant chirping was unbearably irritating.
Eventually, Fanming could no longer endure it:
“The sea beasts nearby contain too little Spiritual Energy…
It seems I need to find other food sources!”
After pondering for a mont, it quickly set its sights on a nearby gathering place of Human Cultivators.
Over this period, it had co to understand the surroundings a bit more.
Within tens of thousands of miles, there was nothing that required its caution.
Thus, the ferocity that Fanming had originally kept in check on the Fenglin Continent began to erge gradually.
It started by capturing so lone Human Cultivators and using their flesh as nourishnt to feed the chick.
The results, indeed, were very noticeable.
Whereas the chick’s cries seed ceaseless before.
It now could be quiet at tis, allowing for monts of peace.
In the pursuit of continuous quiet from the chick, Fanming gradually grew unsatisfied with attacking lone cultivators and began to take over entire settlents.
During this, it unexpectedly discovered that the cultivators here bred many Spirit Insects like scorpions, centipedes, spiders, and others.
These were to its liking and made it even more eager to attack the Human gatherings.
One after another…
As the Human Cultivator settlents around it fell one by one.
The chick finally began to grow.
The down on its body beca thicker.
Its beak turned more noticeably downward.
And its body got stronger.
Despite this, Fanming’s mood didn’t improve.
First, because the chick’s appetite had beco shockingly huge.
Second, because Fanming noticed that the more the chick grew, the less it resembled a chicken.
Instead, it looked more like an eagle.
“This certainly isn’t due to .
My lineage is that of the Divine Rooster, pure-blooded…
It must be that chicken raised by the Human Cultivator, probably mixed with so wild breed…”
Each ti it thought of this, Fanming would curse angrily.
But then it would have to head out again to hunt Human Cultivators.
The chick was too small to withstand the transmigration of its Primordial Spirit, so it had no choice but to nurture it until it grew larger.
However, deep inside, Fanming felt increasingly surprised.
The more the chick was like this, the greater its potential seed, which would be more beneficial for Fanming after transmigration.
But the chick’s appetite was truly excessive, so much so that even Fanming began to feel the strain.
Days passed by one after another.
The size of the chick grew even more astonishing.
Another cycle of cold and heat passed, and its size had far surpassed Fanming’s.
It sat in the increasingly cramped sands at the bottom, its mouth now much larger than Fanming’s, chirping loudly and demanding food.
Gazing at this giant baby, Fanming’s eyes held only a deep sense of helplessness:
“I’ve exhausted this entire area…
Yet why has it not grown up?”
…
On the northern plateau.
In front of the Northern Heavenly Pillar.
Wang Ba was carefully pondering the Jade Slip in his hand.
But the Wu Monkey King was firmly grabbing Wang Ba, leading him straight to the base of the green Fire Paulownia Tree.
Wang Ba was sowhat puzzled:
“What’s going on?”
The Monkey King gestured and pointed toward the tree.
Wang Ba quickly understood and looked surprised:
“You an there’s an egg inside here?
About to hatch soon?”
The Monkey King eagerly nodded his head repeatedly.
Then it climbed up the trunk swiftly.
Without fear of the fiery leaves, it brushed them aside to reveal what was hidden.
Indeed, there was an egg with cracks showing on it.
“Could this be Fanming’s egg?”
Wang Ba imdiately thought of the last ti Fanming had hidden there.
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