Immortal Father
Chapter 975 - 975 340 Enigmatic Bird

975: Chapter 340: Enigmatic Bird 975: Chapter 340: Enigmatic Bird It might be the price paid for achieving extreme speed;

Roc Bird always felt that sometimes his brain wasn’t quite up to par.

This wasn’t a jest or insult from others, but a definite conclusion he drew himself.

Extreme speed, breaking the bounds of the Great Dao of Qiankun, ignoring the suppressions of the Avenue of Time, shattering the shackles of heaven and earth.

Whenever he used extreme speed, two tightly stretched films would appear before his eyes; once broken through, countless images from the past would uncontrollably surge toward him, flooding his own memories startling his mind.

Roc Bird had only encountered this feeling a few times inadvertently, and afterwards, he felt as if he had lost something.

‘That must be the limit of speed I can endure.’

His elder brother said, if he used that kind of extreme speed beyond the critical point a few more times, he might become an idiot.

Therefore, Roc Bird now only displays ninety percent of his power whenever he uses his Divine Skills.

The only time he exceeded extreme speed in the recent tens of thousands of years was the last time Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared…

That was a great opportunity; if he could capture the Hongmeng Purple Qi and bring it back to Undying Volcano for his mother, perhaps his mother could awaken from her eternal slumber and achieve Nirvana.

‘Unfortunately, I was tricked by that excessively powerful Taiqing Sect Leader, and there was no spare Hongmeng Purple Qi at all.’

After that time, he felt like he lost something again.

What did he lose?

Roc Bird couldn’t be sure; at this moment, he was sitting on the fire feathers of his mother, using the divine power of this object to inspect minor changes in the Void, but while inspecting, he would start to become slightly distracted, carefully reminiscing about the memories he just lost.

There were scenes of playing with his elder brother at Undying Volcano;

And some were images of fighting powerful enemies during Magical Combat;

And many more insignificant fragments of usual days in his cave abode…

‘From now on, I better try not to use extreme speed.’

Roc Bird thought of something and took out several Jade Talismans from his sleeve, starting to write some crucial messages to prevent, if he lost his memory due to using extreme speed, he could find answers here.

For instance, in the first Jade Talisman, it noted:

‘I am the son of Primordial Phoenix, Roc Bird, possessing the fastest extreme speed between heaven and earth and a steadfast Dao heart.’

Right now, he wrote on the sixth Jade Talisman:

‘I am here seeking the figure of a Human Race quasi-Heavenly Emperor, I want to capture him alive and bring him back to establish my future position in the Western Sect.’

‘The Western Sect will soon have dual saints, and they can accommodate beings with great karma; this is a place I can seek refuge, and also sort of testing the waters for my elder brother.’

‘Who would have thought that these foods could also become the main actors of heaven and earth, if only I knew to eat vegetarian earlier.’

Having done these, Roc Bird smiled contentedly, his face shining slightly more relaxed.

He gathered his spirit and continued using his mother’s feathers to observe the fluctuations in Qiankun.

However, Roc Bird might have forgotten one thing—

His perception of Qiankun is indeed very delicate, and the place he chose to hide was also quite clever; the boundless Void is the best cover;

But the fire feather under his seat, in the eyes of the Phoenix Clan’s arch-enemy, is like a bonfire rising in a dark wilderness.

Dazzling and glaring.

…

“This aura is unmistakable, definitely a Phoenix Clan Expert, right ahead!

About tens of thousands of li away!”

Immortal Huanglong said with a determined face, as he casually rolled up his sleeves, showing Li Ping’an his muscular forearm.

“Look, nephew, This Poor Daoist’s hair is standing on end!

“My Dragon Clan’s combat instincts are still very accurate!”

Li Ping’an dared not be careless, immediately let Guilingling steer the Silver Shuttle, covered it with the Heavenly Dao’s power he could control, and slowly moved forward.

Qing Su’s forehead emitted floral markings, her hands gripping the Nüwa sword.

Guilingling held the Immortal Sword in her left hand and the turtle shell shield in her right, closely watching Li Ping’an’s figure, ready to ‘cover the nephew and shake people off’ in the case of an attack.

Li Ping’an muttered, “Could there be some powerful group ambushing here?”

“They are so audacious?”

Immortal Huanglong mumbled:

“We’re not far from the nebulous; Houtu, in recent years, has gained strength rather quickly with the assist from Heavenly Dao’s Merit, not to mention there are thirteen or fourteen great Witches.”

“The Witch Clan is not skilled in fighting in the Void,” Qing Su gently reminded.

Li Ping’an pondered, his eyes carrying a bit of hesitation.

He was considering whether to confront them head-on.

Since the other party intentionally ambushed, they must have calculated how many experts his side had, approaching them could indeed be risky.

But then Li Ping’an thought again.

The opponents revealed themselves from tens of thousands of li away; could this be an intentional show of their traces?

In an instant, Li Ping’an considered many possibilities, almost causing his brain to smoke again.

“We should not act rashly,” Li Ping’an said, “we will first advance to 5,000 li away from the opponent, if too far away, the consumption of using the Heavenly Dao’s power to inspect would be too great.”

“Okay!”

Guilingling agreed, wrapping the Silver Shuttle in the Great Dao, silently drifting forward.

All the immortals clenched their hands sweating coldly.

Luo Xuejing had also clenched several Jade Talismans, ready to send messages to Feng Jigui and other Heavenly Square Pavilion experts to aid them if they encountered a powerful enemy here.

The Silver Shuttle was silent;

The Void seemed rather noisy.

Immortal Huanglong held his breath, concentrating, his body almost pressed against the shuttle’s wall, carefully sensing the distant situation.

“Less than ten thousand li now!”

Li Ping’an closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, his Primordial Spirit clutching a Precious Mirror formed by the Heavenly Dao’s power, looking at his Merit Treasure Pond that just formed shallow puddles, also couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.