Chapter 4525 — The Grand Gathering of Spirit Beasts
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Mm, good. But to be safe, you'd best put on the Thousand-Silk Mask. That rugged martial-artist look better suits spirit-beast aesthetics—the vast majority of spirit beasts take on a similar air after assuming human form. Your current appearance is too refined and delicate, which is apt to draw attention," Gui Dongxi added.
"Fine." Wei Zhao nodded and took out the Thousand-Silk Mask to put it on, while inwardly grumbling about the bizarre aesthetics of the spirit-beast race. In all his time out in the world, this was the first time anyone had called him refined and delicate.
With everything in readiness, Wei Zhao composed his mind and held his breath, then stepped forward. Gui Dongxi released the spirit-beast aura at just the right moment—not his own aura, but one he had deliberately faked, of a strength equivalent only to a Golden Core stage spirit beast.
Better safe than sorry. If Gui Dongxi released his own aura directly, even if he deliberately suppressed its intensity it would still be dangerous. Other spirit beasts might not recognize it at once, but the Vermilion Bird, his old nemesis, would sense it in an instant—and that would be a true disaster.
Onward he went. After about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Wei Zhao finally sensed the auras of a great host of powerful spirit beasts, judging by their position to be not far ahead. From afar he could already hear all manner of strange whoops and cheers—now "hoo-hoo-ha," now "hoo-hoo-hei." No normal person could make out what any of it meant; it merely sounded tremendously lively.
Drawing a deep breath, Wei Zhao kept gritting his teeth and pressing forward. In but a short moment, the once-dense primeval forest suddenly opened up before him.
What met his eyes was an exceedingly spacious clearing—no thick shrubs, no towering ancient trees, no swampy pools, just a stretch of verdant green grassland.
And just as Wei Zhao and Gui Dongxi had expected, a vast multitude of spirit beasts was indeed gathered here, layer upon layer, ring within ring. Many had taken human form, and many kept their original shapes; all were speaking in human tongues, chatting and cheering. Had Wei Zhao suddenly witnessed such a scene in the mortal world, he would surely have blurted out in shock: this was a veritable carnival of demons!
Even though he was mentally prepared, seeing so many spirit beasts at once—each with an aura of extraordinary power—Wei Zhao still couldn't help but gape. All the spirit beasts he had seen in his entire life, added together, probably couldn't match even a hundredth of those present!
At this moment, in the very center of the clearing, a troupe of human-formed spirit beasts was singing and dancing, as if performing some sort of act. All the other spirit beasts watched with relish, breaking into thunderous applause from time to time—though to Wei Zhao it looked exactly like a primitive tribe, and he truly couldn't see what was so graceful or pleasing about those bizarre dance movements...
By contrast, a grand high platform had been erected near the center of the clearing, and it was the several figures seated upon it that interested Wei Zhao more. These spirit beasts had all assumed human form, each with an imposing, majestic air—far more terrifying than the Xishan Old Sect that had hounded Wei Zhao to the brink of desperation. Clearly these were the top experts of the spirit-beast race... R1152