Chapter 486: Treasure Tide!

In this mountain range, thousands of peaks and ravines trembled, ancient trees toppled, all split apart by two terrifying gales that shook the land, emitting shocking fluctuations.

The purple-clad girl was extremely powerful, a series of dazzling silver disks surging from her body. She was like a moon goddess, controlling all things, making her appear even more stunning and extraordinary.

“Dead bird… dead bird… how dare you strike…” she muttered incessantly while attacking, utterly savage, her fair cheeks puffed up as if deeply wronged.

The Tianpeng was furious, on the verge of spitting blood. This purple-clad girl’s tongue was too sharp; she nearly made him lose his composure.

The noble Golden-Winged Dapeng, treated with courtesy by all geniuses, the overlord of the skies, was being called a dead bird?

Just as the purple-clad girl was grinding her teeth, she twitched her crystalline nose, her small eyelashes perking up. She widened her eyes as if in disbelief.

She shouted, “There’s a thief! Stop that little thief! He’s going to steal the precious medicine!”

In a void of nothingness, Yang Tian’s body trembled violently, his face instantly darkening. He had used a divine object to conceal his body, and he couldn’t figure out how this girl had seen through his true form.

The Tianpeng’s eyes also twitched, instantly looking toward the lake. When he saw no ripples, he burst into rage: “You damned woman, so despicable, daring to trick me!”

He was enraged, his golden hair wildly dancing, his eyes fierce. The golden thunder domain around him surged like a tribulation of lightning pressing down, intent on killing the purple-clad girl.

“There really is someone!” The purple-clad girl was frantic, shouting wildly. She was extremely ferocious, her hands tracing silver moons, tearing through the thunder domain and shooting toward the precious medicine.

“Hmph!” The Tianpeng snorted coldly, his eyes icy. He spat out a precious seal, which clanged with a metallic sound, exuding an extraordinary aura as it shook toward the purple-clad girl’s head.

“You stupid bird!” the purple-clad girl yelled, exasperated. Her aura suddenly turned fierce. She removed the hair ornament holding her coiled hair—a crystalline artifact, very beautiful, radiating a terrifying aura.

“Shake!” The purple-clad girl’s pretty face turned serious. The artifact suddenly soared into the void, like a great star, emitting a world-shaking aura, suppressing entire stretches of emptiness.

The Tianpeng’s expression shifted slightly. The binding force was very strong, but he was no fool. He revealed his true form, his feathers clanging, his massive wings tearing through the sky.

“You idiot!” All this happened in the span of a single breath. She shouted wildly, the great star pressing down like a massive mountain.

“Mm, lucky there’s this stupid bird.” Yang Tian, mimicking the purple-clad girl’s tone, had already arrived before the precious medicine and slowly reached out a hand.

“You fool! He’s picking the medicine!” the purple-clad girl yelled, her face flushed red as she scolded the Dapeng.

“Damned woman, drop your little tricks!” The Tianpeng snorted coldly, his feathers clanging incessantly like heavenly blades cutting through the air, his claw striking the great star away.

“Got it!” Yang Tian was extremely fast. After picking the medicine, he pulled out a formation disk and activated it at lightning speed.

A wave of energy emanated from behind. The Tianpeng’s eyes suddenly froze. He whirled around to see the vanished medicine at the center of the lake, his body instantly stiffening.

“It’s you!” When he saw Yang Tian’s face, the Golden-Winged Dapeng instantly flew into a rage, every feather bristling as he charged madly.

“Stupid bird, thanks for your help. See you around.” With that, Yang Tian chuckled and stepped into the formation disk.

“Ah… you must die!” The Tianpeng’s face flushed crimson with shame and fury, wishing he could crawl into a hole.

“Damn it, a formation disk—which clan’s figure is this?” The purple-clad girl frowned at the ancient runes, looking disgruntled.

Boom! The entire small lake was overturned by the Golden-Winged Dapeng. His cold eyes scanned the empty surroundings. Just as he was seething with shame, he sensed an unpleasant gaze behind him.

“Let’s go!” Without hesitation, he spread his massive wings. Though he could fight the purple-clad girl, he had lost too much face and couldn’t continue. Besides, a deathmatch with her was definitely unwise.

“That damned little thief, don’t let me, Yu Yao, catch you.” The purple-clad girl ground her teeth in indignation. A rare precious medicine had slipped through her fingers.

Hundreds of li away, the terrain was complex, but the essence of heaven and earth was as abundant as water, with various powerful beast roars rising one after another.

In a hidden cave, Xiaoqing laughed heartily, his small eyelashes trembling with excitement. He was thrilled, though a bit regretful he hadn’t joined in earlier.

In Yang Tian’s hand was a lotus with a glassy luster, brimming with powerful life force, nearly evolving into a phenomenon.

“This medicine must be about ten thousand years old.” Yang Tian clicked his tongue, his eyes scanning the lotus pod. There were six lotus seeds, each containing immense vitality.

Yang Tian picked one seed. Xiaoqing’s strength was still too weak; this seed could boost his combat power by a third.

Within the Ancestral Dragon Ring, glassy divine light surged. The terrifying medicinal power seeped into Xiaoqing’s flesh and blood, his aura skyrocketing, his body rumbling like a divine drum.

Yang Tian observed for a while, then planted the glassy lotus beside the Five-Colored Divine Lotus. His physical body had reached its limit, making it hard to break through barriers; consuming it now would be a waste.

Outside, Yang Tian paced around. The surrounding exotic beasts were all very powerful. After walking a bit, he frowned, sensing something amiss.

In the thousands of hills and ravines, creatures that had been hiding all fled, their hairs standing on end as if struck by great terror.

“What’s going on?” His eyelids twitched as he watched the chaotic beast tide. Just as he was puzzled, a dazzling, multicolored divine radiance surged from the horizon ahead.

Rumble! Heaven and earth shook, the sky split open. Countless auras shot into the sky—a spectacular scene. Some auras were powerful, some ancient, some fiercely brutal.

As Yang Tian marveled, he rubbed his eyes, staring in disbelief at the surging army of artifacts. The dense mass of artifacts was truly endless.

“What is this?!” Yang Tian was dumbfounded, his jaw dropping. With so many artifacts running amok, why were the creatures still fleeing?

With a buzz, Yang Tian’s hand grabbed a fleeing large bird and forced it: “What’s this? Why are you running?”

“Big brother, it’s a treasure tide! Run!” The pitch-black bird sneered inwardly, its voice pleading.

“Treasure tide? Hmm, there’s such a thing?” Yang Tian’s face was full of confusion. “With so many artifacts, why aren’t you collecting them?”

“Big brother, so many artifacts combined would tear my little body to shreds!” The pitch-black bird’s face was full of bitterness. It wiped an old tear, feeling indignant.

It was nearing old age, having lived for countless years, its stamina failing.