Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1703

Chapter 1703: Chapter 864: Golden-winged Roc Clan_2

In just a moment, the gargantuan creature that towered over a thousand feet had vanished. In its place floated a woman suspended in mid-air.

She had the upper body of a human female, with a stunningly cold and indifferent beauty that carried a non-human, noble, and distant aura. Her skin was a healthy pale gold, and her eyes were still that brilliant gold.

However, her lower body consisted of a bird’s form covered in dark golden, luxurious feathers, along with talons, and behind her, a pair of wings remained folded, yet exuded a powerful presence.

This was a woman with the body of a bird and the face of a human! She radiated a strong and ancient demonic power, the intensity of which had impressively reached the Peak of the Sect Realm, even vaguely touching the edge of the King Realm!

Her golden eyes looked indifferently at Gu Sheng, and with a gentle flap of her wings, her figure appeared as if crossing space, instantly appearing several feet away in front of Gu Sheng.

"You..."

She spoke, her voice crisp and cold, completely different from the previous grandiose voice.

Gu Sheng didn’t wait for her to ask more and directly began to speak.

"I just finished a conversation spanning the long river of time with Senior Fate.

He informed me that your Golden-winged Roc clan is his most loyal Spirit Pet lineage, guarding here for generations."

The woman with the bird body and human face heard this and seemed to have an extremely faint ripple flash through her golden eyes, as if some mark deeply embedded in her bloodline and soul was being touched.

She nodded slightly, her tone still cold but with a little less scrutiny. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Since Lord of Destiny himself confirmed it, there is no mistake. Since you already know the cause and effect, you should know... the task you need to undertake."

"Naturally."

Gu Sheng nodded.

"Follow me."

The woman said no more; her wings flapped again.

An invisible yet gentle and strong flow of air wrapped around her and Gu Sheng, and the two of them shot up into the air, not towards the dome of the grand hall, but darting towards an inconspicuous entrance on a steep wall to the side, which looked like a natural crack in the rock.

The speed was incredibly fast, reaching the entrance in the blink of an eye.

Through the narrow entrance was a sloped narrow passage that could only accommodate two or three people walking side by side. The walls were smooth and emitted a faint glow.

Under the woman’s lead, Gu Sheng followed closely and traversed about a hundred feet along the passage.

A vast space suddenly opened up before their eyes!

They entered an indescribable, strange space.

Here, there seemed to be no concept of up, down, left, or right; within it, it felt as if they were floating in the infinite cosmic void. Around them were slowly rotating, ever-changing, enigmatic nebulas, whose colors were magnificent, sometimes coalescing into star rivers, sometimes scattering into dust of light, eternally cycling between birth and extinction. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and brimming with an ineffable mystery and immensity.

"To arrange the resting place after death as an endless star river... This Lord Fate indeed has a romantic disposition."

Looking at this grand and dreamlike scene, Gu Sheng couldn’t help but softly sigh in admiration.

The woman with the bird body and human face flying in front heard this and her wing-flapping paused slightly. She turned a half-chilled face to glance at Gu Sheng with golden eyes, her tone still indifferent.

"There’s no need to ingratiate here. My guardianship of this place is not out of love or respect, but merely to fulfill the destiny passed down by my ancestors and parents."

Gu Sheng’s expression remained unchanged as he calmly said.

"It was just a spontaneous feeling, nothing more."

The woman didn’t linger on this topic further. She turned her body to face the vast center of the nebula, lightly waved the wings on her back.

A stream of pure and ancient demonic power, like a gentle trickle, flowed silently from her wingtips, merging into the splendid star river ahead.

A strange scene unfolded.

The perpetually rolling, ceaselessly flowing enigmatic nebulas, upon encountering this specific demonic power, seemed to be paused, and began to slowly contract and condense inward.

A little time passed, about the duration it takes to drink a cup of tea, before the massive nebula filling the view completely disappeared.

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