The sky was covered in a bleak gray, and the rain fell steadily onto the ground, making a "drip-drop" sound.

The heavy wings of the winged man were soaked by the rain, preventing him from continuing his flight. He had no choice but to land on the ground and walk towards the imperial city.

In his hand, a wooden box was being washed by the rain, causing blood to continuously flow out from inside the box.

The rainwater mixed with tears on his cheeks, making it difficult to tell whether they were tears or raindrops. His eyes became dull and lifeless, and he seemed lost and soulless, like a walking corpse.

Obviously, Iris had left a great psychological scar on this winged man soldier, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Unconsciously, the winged man soldier walked into the palace. Walking in the familiar yet unfamiliar palace, he felt as if he was walking in an endless corridor leading to the depths of Hades.

His steps slowed down, his heart beating violently, and a strong sense of fear surged in his heart.

He seemed to see a silver-haired girl standing in front of him, smiling softly. But this made the winged man soldier feel a chill all over his body, with every pore standing on end, and an inexplicable sense of panic emerged within him.

Suddenly, the winged man soldier seemed to be back in the scene of being captured. He was enchanted by the silver-haired girl, and then killed the prince. Fellow soldiers like him all fell under the blades of the black-armored soldiers, ultimately becoming lifeless bodies.

These scenes lingered in the winged man soldier's mind like a nightmare, haunting him incessantly.

When the ministers saw this thoroughly drenched elite winged man entering the hall, they couldn't help but be surprised, speculating why he was the only one who had returned. What happened to the prince and the other elite winged man soldiers?

"Why are you the only one who came back? What about my son, Yijingcheng?" Yiqingtian, sitting on the Your Majesty's seat, saw the wet appearance of the winged man soldier and asked, his tone devoid of much care, instead accompanied by a hint of anger.

The winged man soldier knelt before Yiqingtian, "Reporting to Your Majesty, the prince... is here..."

The soldier opened the wooden box, and inside, Yijingcheng's head lay peacefully. The head was slightly swollen, its mouth wide open, seemingly unable to close, but its pupils were dilated.

"My son!" Yiqingtian exclaimed in shock. He stood up from the Your Majesty's seat and came to the wooden box, tremblingly caressing Yijingcheng's face. His eye sockets instantly turned red, and tears kept swirling in his eyes. His trembling lips kept whispering Yijingcheng's name.

"Father, please accept my condolences." The young winged man sitting below the dragon throne saw Yiqingtian's appearance and quickly spoke up to comfort him.

Yijingcheng was Yiqingtian's most beloved son and the rightful heir to the throne. Now that Yijingcheng had died, the extent of Yiqingtian's sadness could be imagined.

"Tell me, how did my son die?" Yiqingtian pointed a trembling finger at the winged man soldier, his voice filled with a sob, as if he had suffered a serious blow.

"There was a girl, she had silver hair and golden-red eyes. She was accompanied by an ancient behemoth, a creature that could speak human language and referred to the silver-haired girl as its master. The behemoth had a massive and robust body, with white scales, crimson eyes, and a serpentine body. Most importantly, the creature could fly without relying on wings and wielded the power of lightning." The winged man soldier described the silver-haired girl and the ancient behemoth in detail.

But his tone was full of fear, even a little timid, obviously his fear of the silver-haired girl had reached a certain level.

"The royal family of the blood clan!" Wing Qingtian's voice revealed infinite anger and killing intent. "The silver-haired blood clan killed my son. This enmity is irreconcilable. I must kill the silver-haired blood clan to offer sacrifice to my son's soul."

Wing Qingtian understood that the successive monarchs of the blood clan could only give birth to offspring through self-conception. As long as their offspring were killed, the blood clan would inevitably decline. This weakness of the blood clan could not be changed by any means.

"Prepare to awaken Lord Anzu!" Wing Qingtian gritted his teeth.

Although Wing Qingtian wished to find the silver-haired blood clan immediately and tear her into pieces, he knew that now was not the time. Because she had an ancient behemoth on her side, and most importantly, the ancient behemoth referred to her as its master. So the strength of the silver-haired blood clan surpassed that of the behemoth.

"Your Majesty, Lord Anzu is still in slumber. It will take a long time to awaken him," an old man stepped forward and said. "Before going into slumber, Lord Anzu instructed that he should not be disturbed unless it was a matter of great importance, or his injuries would not heal. Our clan's Jadeite God Tree has been taken by General Yi Yinchuan to the Divinity and Demon's Continent. Our current task is to contact General Yi Yinchuan and successfully obtain the Jadeite Fruit to enhance Your Majesty's strength."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the surrounding ministers echoed, "That's right! It is a critical moment now. We absolutely cannot waste any more time!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, please think carefully!"

The ministers unanimously believed that at this moment, they should avoid any distractions, especially during such a sensitive period.

"What actions have the other four countries taken?" Wing Qingtian asked impatiently, his tone revealing a hint of impatience.

"Your Majesty, none," a minister shook his head and answered, "The other four countries seem to be unaware of the blood clan's invasion of the Ruined Land continent."

"In that case, send messengers to the other four countries and inform them of the blood clan's invasion, as well as the fact that the blood clan has tamed an ancient behemoth. Let them come to our rescue quickly and eradicate the blood clan!" Wing Qingtian's tone carried a strong command, as if the high and mighty Your Majesty was bestowing orders upon his subjects.

"As you command." After receiving the order, the ministers retreated, leaving only a group of guards kneeling in the center of the hall.

Subsequently, Wing Qingtian carried the box containing the severed head of Wing Chengjie and left the council hall.

...

Wing Qingtian arrived at the royal mausoleum and gently placed the head of Wing Chengjie into the coffin made of golden sandalwood. Two teardrops flowed from the corners of his eyes.

After carefully covering the head of Wing Chengjie, Wing Qingtian slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed his emotions. "Chengjie, father will cut off the head of the silver-haired blood clan to avenge you."

Wing Qingtian stood in front of Wing Chengjie's tombstone for a long time before slowly turning around and leaving the mausoleum.

...

Wing Qingtian arrived at the backyard, where he extended his hands and placed them in front of his chest, silently reciting an incantation. A golden gate slowly appeared in front of him, and he stepped forward.

Behind the gate was a brand new world, filled with countless flowers, plants, birds, and even a winding path leading to a valley, where various wild beasts resided.

"Lord Anzu, it is Yue Qantu seeking an audience." Wing Qingtian kowtowed to the empty expanse, calling out.

He waited for a full half-hour, but heard no response.

"Lord Anzu... Lord Anzu... Are you there? It's Yue Qantu seeking an audience with Lord Anzu." Wing Qingtian continued to call out.

Winged Tian knelt on the ground and refused to get up. His hopes were gradually shattered, and eventually he slumped against the stone wall.

His beloved son was brutally killed by the blood clan, and as a father, he felt powerless and dared not attempt to seek revenge on the blood clan.

Now his strength was too weak, and he couldn't possibly contend with the ancient behemoth. What else could he do besides endure?

The words of his courtiers still echoed in Winged Tian's ears. He sighed deeply, his heart filled with despair. But who could understand this despair?

Just as Winged Tian was about to leave, a breeze blew through, rustling the fallen leaves on the ground. From a distance came a strong and vigorous voice, "Follow this path to meet me."

Winged Tian looked up suddenly, following the sound to its source. At the end of his line of sight, he saw a blurry figure standing on the mountain peak. Under the sunlight, his body seemed to emit a faint glow, making it impossible to gaze upon him directly.

"It's... Lord Anzu..." Winged Tian exclaimed excitedly. He quickly stood up from the ground and walked briskly towards the figure. "I, Winged Tian, pay my respects to Lord Anzu."

Winged Tian came closer, bowing respectfully with a subservient posture.

Anzu, the ancient behemoth, saw Winged Tian's respectful demeanor and smiled. "No need for formalities."

Anzu had a feather coat as radiant as sunlight. The lion-like hindquarters were covered in yellow-brown fur, while the eagle-like head and front limbs were adorned with golden feathers. The feathers on his chest were crimson, and his eagle-like beak and talons were a dazzling gold color.

Anzu measured about four meters from nose to tail, and his wings spread out about ten meters on his back. His eyes were like living flames, with colors of ruby, fiery yellow, and icy blue. These were the dazzling hues that his sharp eyes flickered with. The sharp claws, about fifteen centimeters long, were formidable weapons for tearing flesh and blood, a terrifyingly lethal weapon.

"Young one, what brings you here this time? Has the Winged Man Kingdom encountered a crisis?" Anzu asked lightly.

"Yes!" Winged Tian nodded.

"Oh?" Anzu raised an eyebrow. "Then I'd like to hear what kind of difficulties have compelled you, the Emperor of the Winged Man Kingdom, to come to us for help."

"Lord Anzu, a silver-haired girl from the blood clan has tamed an ancient behemoth. My son was cruelly slaughtered by the blood clan. I refuse to accept this! When facing the ancient behemoth, I have no chance of victory, so I want to use your power, Lord Anzu, to eliminate those people from the blood clan," Winged Tian said sincerely.

Upon hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Anzu's eyes, silently musing, "When did a ancient behemoth appear on the Divinity and Demon's Continent? Ancient behemoths are immensely proud beings. How could they be tamed?"

"Young one, could you describe the appearance of that ancient behemoth?" Anzu inquired.

"That behemoth had a huge body, with white scales and a serpentine form. It could fly without wings and possessed the power of lightning elements," Winged Tian described carefully.

Anzu pondered for a while, then shook his head slowly. "I don't recall such a creature existing."

"Lord Anzu, you mean you've never seen that ancient behemoth?" Winged Tian asked in astonishment.

Anzu nodded slowly. "The main forces on the Divinity and Demon's Continent in those days were angels, demons, dragons, and some blood clans and elves."

"Lord Anzu, what should we do next?" Winged Tian asked anxiously.

"It won't be long before my injury heals, and then I will take action. After all, you are all my subjects," Anzu said slowly. "In the battle between giants, we cannot have any wounds, otherwise it will cause serious consequences."

"Yes! I understand!" Wing Qingtian nodded. "Since Lord Anzu has said so, I will take my leave."

"Go," Anzu waved his claw.

"Take care, Lord Anzu!" Wing Qingtian bowed respectfully, then turned and left.