Chapter 1450: Flying Spirit Clans

Han Daoyou has already refined a Kunpeng feather, and with our help, he has integrated the Kunpeng true blood and sarira. So, for him to be considered one of our Sky-Devouring Clan members, other clans wouldn't have much to say. However, it's better to avoid unnecessary trouble. Regarding Han Daoyou's matter, it's best for both of you not to publicize it externally. Just say that he is a clansman cultivated by our tribe overseas. Do you understand clearly?" the young woman instructed.

"We obey the Great Elder's command." This time, the man and woman simultaneously bowed their heads in response.

The young woman nodded with satisfaction, then spoke to Han Li with a solemn expression:

"Han Daoyou, I have brought out the副卷 (auxiliary scroll) of the Sky-Winged Oath from the secret chamber, and Elder Shi has also just returned, so he can also participate in unsealing the scroll. Are you ready to inscribe your name on the scroll?"

The "Elder Shi" mentioned was, of course, the black-robed man standing beside them.

"Thank you, Elders," Han Li replied without ceremony, his gaze falling upon the wooden box on the table.

Seeing Han Li's gesture, Jin Yue summoned the green wooden box with a flick of her hand.

With a whoosh, it flew directly into the young woman's palm.

At this, not only Han Li but also the others focused their attention.

Jin Yue's expression remained unchanged as she brushed the few green leaves on the box with several slender fingers.

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

With a soft crackle, no longer suppressed by the spiritual leaves, the crimson wooden box suddenly burst into intense flames, transforming into a fiery red orb.

Jin Yue held the fire in one hand and nonchalantly gave it a shake.

As the fiery glow subsided, a half-foot-long crimson scroll emerged from within. At both ends of the scroll, a blue and a red ghostly head bit down, looking lifelike as if they were alive. Jin Yue chanted incantations and tossed the scroll forward, where it stably floated in mid-air.

Then, one of the young woman's wings behind her flapped, and a golden feather shot out like a golden streak, vanishing instantly into the scroll. "Elder Shi, you and the others should also help unseal the scroll," the young woman said, turning to the black-robed man after finishing her incantation.

"This matter concerns the survival of our clan; we will naturally do our best," the black-robed man said with a slight smile. A black light also shot from the black wings on his back, sending a black feather into the scroll. As for the red-bearded elder and the beautiful woman, they made the same movements without waiting for the young woman to speak. The scroll, having absorbed the feathers of four Sky-Winged Clan elders, finally began to transform in the air.

With a flash of red light throughout its body, it suddenly expanded several times in size. At the same time, the two ghostly heads at its ends, which had been tightly closed, snapped open, revealing blood-red eyes. As their mouths loosened, the previously bound scroll finally unfurled downwards.

Crimson light shimmered on the scroll, and countless symbols of varying sizes rolled across its surface.

Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light, allowing him to clearly see the contents of the scroll.

Under the crimson glow, there were densely packed small characters, mostly individual names. At the top of the scroll, the four golden characters "天鹏之誓" (Oath of the Sky-Winged) were written in Spirit-Flyer tribal script.

Below that were lines of light silver text containing the oath's content, which was identical to what was recorded in the Sky-Winged Clan's ancient texts. Further down were rows of dark blue-black names. Han Li carefully swept his divine sense over the scroll.

As soon as his divine sense touched the red glow on the scroll, a long, clear cry suddenly emanated from it. Immediately, the light glow churned, and a phantom image of a giant green bird flew out from the scroll. It was only about a foot in size when it first emerged, but its spiritual light immediately flared, and it instantly grew as tall as a mountain, filling most of the great hall and overshadowing Han Li and the others beneath it.

Han Li, Bai Bi, and the others were startled, while Jin Yue and the other elders remained calm, as if this astonishing sight was not new to them.

"Retreat!"

Jin Yue raised a hand, and a shimmering green bronze mirror appeared in her grasp. She merely flicked it at the bird's phantom image.

Immediately, the phantom image let out a low cry, and its form shattered inch by inch, finally transforming into a surge of green light that vanished into the scroll.

"Use your essence blood to sign your name on it. You must use your true name, otherwise, if the oath backfires, no one can save you," Jin Yue said meaningfully to Han Li as she put away the bronze mirror. Han Li's heart tensed, and any other thoughts he might have had were temporarily pushed aside. He took a deep breath and strode forward.

He opened his mouth and spat out a golden thread, which, with a flash of golden light, cut a small opening on his index finger. As his spiritual energy flowed through his body, a drop of light golden essence blood was forced out from the wound.

"Oh?" Elder Shi, who had been sitting upright, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Elder Shi? Did you find something amiss?" the red-bearded elder asked, stroking his beard.

"Nothing, Han Daoyou probably cultivates some special technique or has consumed some unusual fruit; otherwise, his essence blood wouldn't be this color," the black-robed man said slowly after a moment of hesitation.

"That's true, this golden essence blood is indeed very rare, but most of the time it's an anomaly that only appears when one's physical body reaches a certain level of strength," the elder said thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping over Han Li. The black-robed man smiled and said nothing further. At this moment, Han Li approached the scroll.

He quickly wrote his name with his finger in a blank space on the scroll. As soon as the light golden essence blood touched the scroll, each character immediately sank into it. With another flash, they reappeared as dry, lusterless black-blue characters, as if they had been written there for many years.

At the same time, Han Li subtly felt as if his primordial spirit was being observed by something, but this sensation vanished without a trace almost immediately.

Han Li's heart skipped a beat, realizing that this Sky-Winged Oath indeed held some mystique.

The more mysterious it was, the more reassured he felt.

With this binding item, it would be extremely difficult for the elders of the Sky-Winged Clan to cross the river and demolish the bridge, so to speak.

While Han Li privately mused about these things, Jin Yue immediately cast a spell and pointed at the scroll once he had finished writing his name.

The scroll trembled, then quickly rolled upwards, reverting to its original form. The two ghostly heads moved and bit onto its ends once more. With a single-handed gesture, the scroll shrunk and flew directly into the young woman's sleeve.

"Alright, now that this matter is settled, Elder Xu will explain the details of the Abyss Trial and the precautions you need to take during it. Listen carefully; a single word might save your lives during the trial," the young woman said calmly after putting away the scroll. "The Abyss Trial is a trial that our seventy-two main branches of the Spirit-Flyer tribe must hold every three hundred years..." The red-bearded elder beside them began to speak slowly. Han Li and the other two listened intently...

Several days later, several pure white giant birds flew out from the gates of the holy city, then exited the forbidden zone, heading straight towards a certain direction. Han Li was indeed seated on one of these giant birds.

With a single flap of their wings, these white birds would travel over twenty zhang. After a few flaps, they reached the edge of the sky, turning into several black dots. With another flash, they vanished without a trace. Three months later, on the summit of a giant peak.

Around a large plaza within a vast area of emerald green buildings, stood over a hundred winged Spirit-Flyer tribesmen. In the center, a crane-like giant bird and a multicolored monstrous bird were engaged in a battle in mid-air, each displaying their unique divine abilities.

The crane's movements were incredibly peculiar; with each grasp and peck, it produced "chi chi" sounds that tore through the air, looking exceptionally sharp.

The multicolored monstrous bird had a single horn on its head and four wings on its back, its entire body enveloped in a colorful glow. No matter what attack the crane launched at this glow, the monstrous bird accepted it nonchalantly.

Seeing this, the crane became enraged and suddenly flew backward several tens of zhang. Then, it flapped its wings simultaneously at the multicolored monstrous bird.

Immediately, dozens of long feathers shot out, then shimmered mid-flight, transforming into dozens of gleaming sharp blades. With a flash, they simultaneously pierced the light glow of its opponent.

Even though the brilliant light glow was incredibly wondrous, being struck by so many blades at once, it finally let out a muffled grunt and violently shook, appearing as if it was about to be forcibly torn apart.

Seeing this, the crane was overjoyed. Just as it was about to cast another spell to activate those blades, the monstrous bird opposite it suddenly let out a sharp cry. It opened its mouth, and a surge of yellow wind burst forth. Wherever it passed, it blew the blades askew, causing them to spin erratically in mid-air, completely losing control.

The crane was startled and similarly opened its mouth, spewing out a milky-white beam of light with a flash. It instantly pierced through the raging wind and reached the monstrous bird.

The monstrous bird's pair of purple eyes flashed with unusual light, and the black horn on its head flickered with red light, actually spitting out a red beam that collided precisely with the white light beam. After a booming sound, both cancelled each other out. "Brother Xun, if you have any other divine abilities, feel free to display them. If not, I shall make my move," a man's voice unexpectedly emerged from the monstrous bird's mouth. "Hmph, your Horned Vulture clan only has these few divine abilities anyway, what can you do to me?" a cold voice similarly came from the crane's mouth. "Good, then let Your Excellency witness the divine ability I've recently cultivated," the monstrous bird said impolitely.

Immediately, its four wings simultaneously shook, and in a flash of shifting light, it transformed into a yellow bell, about ten feet tall and ancient in design.

"Not good!" Seeing this scene, many people were immediately startled and retreated. Only a few who were confident in their high cultivation remained motionless.

The yellow bell merely vibrated on its own, and a deep, resonant chime burst forth.

Everyone who heard the sound felt their minds buzz, greatly affected.

The crane, which bore the direct brunt of most of the bell's power, crashed down from the sky without a sound.

At the same time, a white light flashed over its body, and it transformed into a Spirit-Flyer tribesman in his thirties, wearing a white robe.

Another Spirit-Flyer tribesman from the nearby crowd hastily flew out, caught the man, and then lightly flew back with him.

The yellow bell shimmered, directly transforming into another young man in a black robe. He clasped his fists slightly towards the ground below and calmly said, "I concede."