Just as they intended to go their separate ways, suddenly, clusters of mystic energy above the Mystic Beast Forest surged rapidly toward a certain direction.
The two patriarchs’ faces instantly trembled in excitement.
“The phoenix egg! The phoenix egg has descended!” Yang Fengyan, who was wearing a veil that covered half of her face, grabbed at Eldest Young Sir Qin’s arm.
However, Eldest Young Sir Qin evaded to the side to escape from her hands before looking at her with a spurious smile. “Look closely before making a racket. If the ancient bloodfire phoenix egg had descended, it should be accompanied with golden red light, and flames should ignite most of the sky.”
How was this some phoenix egg that descended? It seemed more like someone was cultivating inside the forest and was drawing all of the mystic energy in the area over to them.
Tut, but this was quite excessive!
With so much mystic energy surging over, was that person intending to cultivate into a level-15 peak mystic cultivator?
Seeing that her cousin seamlessly evaded her hand, Yang Fengyan couldn’t help but purse her small lips unhappily. “Eldest Cousin, the high priest didn’t mention when the phoenix egg was going to appear at all. Is it possible that the phoenix egg still wouldn’t have descended even after we stay here for half a month?”
“That can’t be said for certain.” A full-bodied female with pretty facial features leaned on Eldest Young Sir Qin as she imperceptibly swept a glance at Yang Fengyan with a light scoff.
Yang Fengyan’s expression sunk, but just as she was about to lash out, she heard Family Head Qin saying in a low voice, “Let’s move! We’ll take a look over there.”
The direction he was pointing at was where the mystic energy was surging toward.
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu was unaware that a large batch of people were currently rushing to her location.
Although her five senses and memories had temporarily been blocked off, she still had her instincts.
Before she entered closed-door cultivation on the spot, she had laid out a good several talisman matrices nearby.
At this time, she was currently at the critical juncture of breaking through the level-13’s phenomenal success barrier, so naturally, she couldn’t spare any attention to the abnormal movements in the outside world.
On the other hand, it was impossible for Dou Heping, Mu Boming, and Qin Guilu’s parties to immediately make out the right direction and rush to Qiao Mu’s location.
After all, the entire Mystic Beast Forest was extremely vast. As things were actually further away than they appeared, there was still a very long distance between them and Qiao Mu.
The sound of crisp jingles rang out nearby.
A slender figure appeared just outside the talisman matrix, curiously sizing up the situation here.
She had clearly sensed fluctuations, with rather concentrated mystic energy here, so why did she not see anyone?
The Saint of the Demonic Cult, Sikong Fuling, looked up curiously at the sky.
Through the intertwined pitch-black branches up overhead, she saw surges of mystic energy pouring down into a single spot like an upside-down whirlpool.
Incredible. Sikong Fuling’s gaze flickered.
Suddenly, she heard a loud cry. “Princess, this is her! Sikong Fuling.”
Hm?
Sikong Fuling turned her head to the side with a derisive smile on her lips. However, before she could mock, “A privileged princess? You shouldn’t come running to this forest lurking with ten thousand beasts to seek your death,” she suddenly sensed a tyrannical mystic energy wave attacking straight towards her chest.
This damned fellow actually attacked her without saying anything!
While at a loss for words, Sikong Fuling stepped to the left to dodge this swift and violent palm energy strike.
When she turned around to look, she saw that the attacker’s palm energy strike had blasted the top section of the ancient tree beside her. With a snap, it abruptly toppled over in her direction.
Sikong Fuling’s eyes flashed angrily, and she swiftly punched with a bellow!
