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The chill of the wind on Li ilin’s face was sharp and cold. Beneath the eagle lay a vast forest sprawling across part of the African Continent. In the distant Li ilin, one could see towering mountains encircling every kingdom on the continent.
Li ilin sat on the Emperor’s back, astonished by its incredible speed. Below her, the forest transford into a green blur, shrill cries piercing the air one after another, reflecting the eagle’s perception of the situation. Although she found it disrespectful, the eagle would never defy the Divine Origin Queen’s will. The quickest way to finish the task was to rush to the border of the Siban Empire, drop the woman there, and return ho, pretending nothing had ever happened. Doing so would rely be a stain from its past. Being a magical beast whose consciousness was used as a mount gravely hard its dignity.
The eagle did not rest overnight but continued flying, and two days soon passed. The distant mountains drew closer as ti went on, and as the bird began to understand what was happening, its screaming gradually subsided.
From the mont she climbed onto the eagle’s back, Li ilin had been on high alert. At first, she was very anxious. Every gust of turbulence or wind, stronger than the one before it, made her feel terrified, wondering if the eagle was intentionally causing her death to seem like an accident. Yet, no matter how the eagle swayed in the wind, she was never once close to falling off.
Understanding this, Li ilin felt a trace of sha, knowing she had mistrusted the beast. She was also keenly aware that these creatures were likely to have their own agendas, hidden from her comprehension.
With a deep sigh, she no longer regarded the beast’s plans but instead gazed at the rugged cliff walls before her. Her eyes shone with joy. As the bird suddenly shot into the sky, she gripped its feathers tightly, soaring straight upwards to cross the mountains. During these two days, neither human nor beast had exchanged a word—the eagle focused solely on its flight, while the woman couldn’t think of anything to say to the creature.
Having crossed the mountains, the eagle landed on the ground, its eyes brimming with relief. It didn’t pause for a mont, shaking its entire body to eject the Emperor off its back. With a final cry, the eagle rose into the skies again and vanished into the distance.
Watching the beast’s departure, Li ilin felt the experience was surreal. She had estimated her chances of survival at less than twenty percent, yet here she was, standing at the edge of the Siban Empire without a single scratch.
Taking one last glance at the mountains, Li ilin bowed deeply toward the forest behind the jungle, paying her respects to the beasts that had aided her return and ensured her survival. Li ilin stood there for a few monts, then turned and began walking forward, her feet pounding heavily into the earth as her legs carried her ahead. The Emperor did not cast another glance back, hurrying back to the capital. She had much information to share with the Emperor and the Sun Kingdom. Even if it turned out to be a trap set by the beasts, Li ilin was willing to follow their designs as long as it would allow her to evacuate the citizens and prepare the armies.
Yan Xiaobao was once again sitting in his room within Wanqiao Castle. He spent all his spare ti cultivating. He felt as though, with each passing day of his dedicated cultivation, he was inching ever closer to reaching King-level, his current goal along his long journey of training.
Unlike his previous experiences, the spiritual energy within the ocean showed no signs of overflowing, nor did he feel his cultivation press against the Upper Dantian’s opening. Instead, the more energy he generated, the more the waters expanded. Still, the gate to his Upper Dantian remained locked. Furrowing his brow, Yan Xiaobao realized cultivation alone was not enough. While cultivation was essential, insight was equally crucial, and Yan Xiaobao concluded that achieving enlightennt would require a higher level of mastery. He needed profound understanding on his path of cultivation.
Sighing, he rose from his bed and stretched his aching body. He had cultivated for an extended period, but with his recent conclusion that breakthroughs required insight, he decided to head to the training ground to temper his physical body.
The training ground was completely empty now. All the guards had moved outside the castle, leaving Yan Xiaobao plenty of space to himself. With a wild howl, Yan Xiaobao felt his body beginning to creak as it visibly grew larger. Fur abruptly sprouted across his skin, and his face transford into a wolf’s visage, his blue eyes gradually turning crimson. His hands morphed into clawed paws, and his nails sharpened into deadly talons. Just witnessing this transformation, one could imagine how powerful this young man would eventually beco.
Since he didn’t need to engage in any battles, Yan Xiaobao didn’t remain in his wolf form for long. He began his running training instead. Yan Xiaobao once again felt the satisfying comfort of exerting his muscles. Smiling to himself as he felt his muscles working, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t resist grinning. To anyone who saw him, it might have been terrifying, as it wasn’t so much a smile as it was an expression of rciless and deeply sinister glee.
After running for two hours, starting slow and gradually picking up pace, Yan Xiaobao felt ecstatic. This was why he loved the balance of power.
Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in Yan Xiaobao’s forehead. As the world around him dimd, he was forced to sit down. A dizzying spell took over, and the world seed to tilt. The ground appeared to be above him, and Yan Xiaobao began vomiting from the nausea.
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