Chapter 4592 — The Heavenly Spirit Bird
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The spirit bird was astonishingly fast. Even in this endless ocean, its speed never faltered, for Wei Zhao kept his true qi wrapped around it to hold the seawater at bay. It was, after all, a nascent-soul-stage spirit beast; there was no true chance of the sea leaving it helpless.
Wei Zhao feared being tangled up with sea beasts—but the spirit bird feared it more. The appalling burst of speed it produced in that instant left even Wei Zhao gaping. He had always assumed the spirit bird had nothing to recommend it but speed, and now it seemed that judgment still held: speed truly was this creature's stock in trade, and even this boundless ocean could not hold it back.
Wei Zhao clicked his tongue in silent marvel. At the pace the spirit bird was displaying now, many a sea beast born and bred in these waters might not be able to keep up with it. He even began to wonder whether this creature had originally been a waterfowl that had simply gone unnoticed all this time.
Amid these idle fancies, the spirit bird had already borne Wei Zhao rocketing skyward, piercing the sea's surface like a keen arrow and streaking across the vault of heaven.
The whole affair went off with absurd smoothness—not once from beginning to end did any sea beast take note of them.
For the first time in more than half a year, he had truly seen the light of day again. The stifled gloom that had weighed on him so long was finally released, and Wei Zhao felt his whole being grow lighter. Set against this scene, he cut a lofty figure indeed—the sky is high and the bird flies free!
"Dangerous, all right!" Wei Zhao leaned over and glanced below, and there, right where he had burst through the surface, several vast shadows were now prowling and circling. He could not make out what manner of sea beasts they were, but judging by their bulk, none of them would be easy to handle. Wei Zhao silently counted himself lucky that he had run fast enough—otherwise this would have been a close call indeed.
Once he had settled his feelings a little, Wei Zhao at once set the spirit bird flying toward North Island. Because the old Western Mountain sect had hunted him, he had long overrun his mission deadline, and he had no idea whether anything had gone wrong on North Island.
Wei Zhao's heart was set on home now. He was no native of North Island, but on this Cloud Terrace Island, North Island was to him nothing less than a second homeland. Everyone and everything familiar to him was there, and its place in his heart could not be matched by any other corner of the world.
The spirit bird gave an excited, shrill cry and at once spread its wings for the north. Its elation now surpassed even Wei Zhao's—not out of any attachment to North Island, but because since advancing to the nascent soul stage, it could finally test its utmost speed for the first time!
The spirit bird kind has an instinctive craving for speed. If they are not allowed again and again to try the utmost velocity they pride themselves on, they will genuinely be driven mad. This spirit bird left behind by Huang Xiaotao had been pent up for a full three months and more; let it soar to its heart's content no longer, and it might truly go insane...
"Oh? This spirit bird is rather interesting!" Ghost Thing suddenly remarked with keen interest.
"What is?" Wei Zhao asked, puzzled. He himself was somewhat stunned by the speed of the bird beneath him. He had assumed this spirit bird was of mediocre talent, and that even after its strength surged, its speed would at most multiply severalfold—but now it seemed this was far more than severalfold. It was dozens of times over!
"Do you know that spirit birds are acknowledged as the most useless race among all spirit beasts?" Ghost Thing answered with a question of his own.