Demon.
In Wu Wang's memory, the myths about Eastern Emperor Taiyi on Blue Star seemed to be inextricably linked with this word.
Although Wu Wang vaguely remembered having once read a piece of research suggesting that the title he now bore—Eastern Emperor Taiyi—originated from a myth in the ancient state of Chu on Blue Star.
TSK, the myths of that civilized ancient country were so chaotic.
What the actual connection was between the myths of his old home and what he was experiencing right now, Wu Wang still couldn't figure out.
The wind blowing head-on was somewhat boisterous.
Three days had passed since he left that grassland. Wu Wang was currently sitting with his arms crossed on the back of a divine bird transformed from the Eastern Emperor's Bell, speeding over a wilderness of mountains and forests.
Although the true form of this divine bird, in the eyes of others, was a bald old eagle.
Not far ahead, Wu Wang could see a tranquil village nestled within the mountains.
