「On the eve of the rest day.」

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars shone brilliantly.

The usually peaceful encampment of the White Feathered Eagle tribe was once again filled with a lively clamor.

It turned out that Lu Yao, the White Feathered Eagle, and Seventh Uncle Fang had returned.

Although Fang Yang had been helping them in secret, they had still experienced many life-or-death battles, bathed in blood and fire.

Even now, a grim aura lingered about them, sharp enough to silence a crying child.

Not only had the White Feathered Eagle changed greatly, but even Fang Xuan had shed his immaturity and become far more composed.

Such a great change, all from just a month’s separation.

Indeed, as long as one survived, war was a crucible that tempered a person, forcing rapid transformation.

"Your Reverence, I want to form an eagle flock, at least a hundred strong. I’m thinking that if we make the White Feathered Eagle an Eagle King, perhaps we can cultivate a sliver of a king’s bearing in it!"

Lu Yao’s eyes flashed, brimming with ambition.

She was tall, and her skin had darkened considerably, yet she seemed more vibrant and full of life.

While she still possessed a unique charm, she was now more like a thorny rose—beautiful, but lethally dangerous.

"Brother, can you spar with me? I’ve reached the advanced stage of Tier One now. I want to see how far I still am from Zhang Ye."

Fang Xuan’s gaze was firm, and his exposed arms bore several new scars.

It was clear that under Seventh Uncle Fang’s watch, Fang Xuan had been thoroughly tempered over the past days.

As for Fang Xuan himself, he had not forgotten the day Zhang Ye suppressed him with a single hand.

Every time he remembered it, Fang Xuan would be so frustrated he couldn’t sleep all night.

He had to settle that score!

"Alright, both are fine," Fang Yang said after a moment’s thought, casually agreeing to their requests.

He was especially interested in Lu Yao’s proposal to form an eagle flock and see if it could help the White Feathered Eagle cultivate a king’s bearing.

If it worked, perhaps the White Feathered Eagle could become a Hundred Beasts King, then a Thousand Beasts King, and finally a Ten Thousand Beasts King, cleverly breaking through its bloodline limitations to cross into a major new realm.

’It seems a bit unrealistic, but it’s a possible path nonetheless.’

"White Feathered Eagle, come here."

"SCREE SCREE."

Responding to Fang Yang’s call, the usually calm White Feathered Eagle actually showed a hint of nervousness.

In truth, the White Feathered Eagle had no reason to be nervous, as its appearance alone was now quite extraordinary.

The White Feathered Eagle’s entire body was snow-white, its wings periodically blazing with an orange-yellow Fierce Flame.

Its Divine Feathers were bright, erupting in flame. Just looking at it, one could feel its majestic and elegant power.

At that moment, Fang Yang took hold of the White Feathered Eagle and ran his other hand over its body, giving it a thorough inspection, paying special attention to its wings.

When he touched its feathers, which felt as hard as metal, Fang Yang’s eyes instantly lit up.

And when he discovered that even its talons were sharp enough to rend metal and stone, the light in his eyes grew even brighter.

"Good, very good. Keep it up." Fang Yang stroked the White Feathered Eagle’s head in satisfaction and then let it go.

"SCREE, SCREE SCREE!" The White Feathered Eagle flapped its wings and circled several times in the air, prompting the Small Frost Horse to start hopping about.

Sensing the White Feathered Eagle’s delight, the corners of Fang Yang’s mouth lifted into a slight smile.

He stood alone, watching from a distance as the White Feathered Eagle and the Small Frost Horse played, one flying and the other running across the Bluestone Plaza.

Moonlight poured down like water, draping the Bluestone Plaza in a slowly shifting veil of light, creating a picturesque, dreamlike scene.

Suddenly, a streak of orange-yellow fiery light shot into their midst.

Before long, a streak of Frost White fiery light joined in as well.

Suddenly, there were three mists of light on the Bluestone Plaza.

These three mists of light chased and tangled with each other, as brilliant as blooming fireworks.

"The Small Frost Horse absorbed Primordial Qi and... just like that, it stepped into the realm of cultivation?" Lu Yao stared blankly, unable to believe what was happening before her eyes.

She clearly remembered that for the White Feathered Eagle to absorb Primordial Qi, it had to consume numerous potent medicinal meals and was even forced into a deep sleep to recuperate before it finally succeeded.

But all that had happened now was the Small Frost Horse pestering the White Feathered Eagle to play with it.

And in the middle of their game, the Small Frost Horse got faster and faster, until a white flame ignited beneath its hooves and spread rapidly.

In other words, the Small Frost Horse had done nothing at all, yet it had naturally become a Tier One Fierce Beast.

"So this is the power of a bloodline," Seventh Uncle Fang remarked with a sigh.

Among Fierce Beasts, the inherited power within their bloodlines determines their hierarchy.

And among humans, it’s the same; powers like Spirit Bodies, Sacred Bodies, Immortal Bodies, and Dao Lineage Inheritances divide them into a complex hierarchy.

’In a world like this, as long as the Dream Dao does not flourish—that is, as long as the Dream World fails to manifest in reality—this hierarchy will persist for ages to come!’

"Bloodline, constitution, dreams, inheritance, resources..." Fang Yang’s gaze was deep and profound.

He stood with one hand clasped behind his back, gazing at the Small Frost Horse and the White Feathered Eagle. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Fang Yang wasn’t the least bit worried about the Small Frost Horse’s future achievements.

However, he knew full well that it would be incredibly difficult for the White Feathered Eagle to break through to higher realms on its own.

Even if it managed to force its way past its species’ limits, it would, at best, only become a Tier Three Fierce Beast.

’What about Tier Four and Tier Five after that?’

’It can’t rely on sheer effort every time; that’s simply unrealistic. This is a supernatural world, after all!’

Therefore, after much consideration, Fang Yang concluded that the White Feathered Eagle’s path to growth still depended on "Fortune Manifestation"—in other words, the White Feathered Eagle tribe.

In a way, the White Feathered Eagle was now bound to its tribe. It was like one of the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirits of the Red Flame Demon Country—the stronger the tribe became, the stronger it would become!

The Red Flame Demon Country was founded by the legendary Xiyue Demon Emperor.

And the Xiyue Demon Emperor was the second Tier Nine venerable being to appear after Saint Emperor Vast Sun, a peerless talent who was the ultimate existence of her era!

The path of the Sacrificial Spirit was a truly supreme Great Dao.

Although the White Feathered Eagle had only scratched the surface, sharing just a few similarities, it was still a remarkable path.

Ahead, the White Feathered Eagle was also stunned by the Small Frost Horse’s transformation. In its moment of hesitation, the Small Frost Horse shot past it like a gust of snowy wind.

Such a scene was simply astonishing.

Although it had been consciously controlling its flight speed, it shouldn’t have been possible for any Fierce Beast that had just absorbed Primordial Qi to surpass it.

"SCREE?" A wave of frustration suddenly washed over the White Feathered Eagle.

In that instant, the White Feathered Eagle was reminded of the Wind Snow Sparrow, and of the Electric Python.

The White Feathered Eagle knew with perfect clarity: ’The Wind Snow Sparrow and the Electric Python were clearly inferior to me in combat skill, their bodies weren’t as tempered as mine, and they couldn’t even endure pain as well as I can.’

’And yet, for some reason, the Wind Snow Sparrow and the Electric Python had been able to firmly suppress me!’

’And now, the aura coming from the Small Frost Horse is just like the aura the Wind Snow Sparrow and the Electric Python had back then.’

With a powerful beat of its wings, the White Feathered Eagle stopped holding back and flapped frantically.

In an instant, it shot past the Small Frost Horse, leaving the small creature with nothing but a view of its back.

But the Small Frost Horse sensed the shift in the White Feathered Eagle’s mood and was so frightened it burst into tears.

It galloped even faster, crying as it ran straight into Fang Yang’s arms.

This sudden turn of events left everyone at a loss, especially the White Feathered Eagle, which felt as if disaster had struck. It had no choice but to obediently return to Fang Yang’s side.

’One is honest but dense, the other is incredibly talented but timid and a crybaby...’ Fang Yang was silent, gently stroking the Small Frost Horse to soothe it.

For some reason, Fang Yang had a feeling that his life was about to become a lot less peaceful.