Deep within the Qinling Mountain Range.
Two figures stood facing each other, one human and one roc.
The roc's entire body was adorned with golden feathers, exuding an overwhelming presence.
Its entire body radiated golden light, especially the powerful bloodline contained within.
It enhanced its king-like aura, each breath akin to the roar of thunder.
Each feather, distinct and sharp, resembled a golden Divine Sword, indestructible, capable of slicing everything.
Not far across.
Lu Yuan stood upright, but appeared no different from the ordinary.
Especially compared to the oppressive aura of both sides, seemingly small as an ant.
But there was no fear in his eyes.
Instead, they were filled with curiosity and intrigue.
"Human, it is you who wants me to become your mount?" The Golden-winged Roc glanced at the slain Brown Bear King, but paid no heed, its golden eyes looked down disdainfully.
Possessing a bloodline tantamount to myth, it was among the top in this world.
