Chapter 4592 — The Heavenly Spirit Bird
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Ha? Surely not?" Wei Zhao grinned dismissively. The spirit bird could not compare with the many powerful spirit beasts he had seen, true, but to call it the acknowledged most useless was rather overstating things. There were so many races of spirit beasts under heaven—surely one could find something weaker than a spirit bird.
"Those are not my words—they are acknowledged by the spirit beast races themselves," Ghost Thing said with a chuckle, then added: "And in my view, even if the spirit bird race is not truly the weakest, it is unquestionably one of the weakest. Of that there is no doubt."
"Why?" Wei Zhao still could not make sense of it.
"The reason is simple. Every race of spirit beast has its own unique racial gift, strong or weak, and of every description. But one thing is certain: all spirit beasts possess a racial gift. Only one race is the exception—the spirit birds." Ghost Thing explained.
"Ha?" Wei Zhao was struck dumb. This was the first he had heard of such a thing, though on reflection it did seem to be so.
Every spirit beast he had encountered before possessed a racial gift. Even something with zero fighting strength like the Heavenly Thunder Pig had a treasure-seeking gift unmatched in the world. Only in the spirit bird had he never seen one. Though its grade was not low, the spirit bird gave him the impression of differing little from any ordinary bird.
"If they could not also cultivate by drawing on the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, they would not even have been classed among the spirit beast races in the first place. A spirit beast race without even a racial gift—would you not call that the weakest?" Ghost Thing paused, then said: "Spirit birds have no racial gift at all. If you insist on finding one merit, the closest they come is that their speed is not bad—but only not bad. There is more than one or two races under heaven faster than they are."
"Well, that does sound thoroughly pitiful." Wei Zhao looked at the spirit bird, speechless. This creature was not merely of mediocre talent—it had no talent at all!
Had it been any other nascent-soul-stage spirit beast, it would have been a formidable fighting force not to be ignored. But now it was a spirit bird—and what did the nascent soul stage matter? Force it into battle and at best it was an oversized fowl. Wei Zhao could not bear even to picture the scene...
"Do not be so quick to despair. The spirit bird race may have no gift, but they are not necessarily without any chance of turning things around. As far as I know, they are the only race among all spirit beasts capable of cultivating speed to its utmost limit. It is only a special case, but at least it shows they are not truly devoid of potential." Ghost Thing said instead.
"Cultivate speed to its utmost limit? Did you not just say there is more than one or two races under heaven faster than they are?" Wei Zhao was utterly bewildered.
"On average, the speed of spirit birds can only be reckoned middling to good. But among them there once appeared a single fastest exception, known as the Heavenly Spirit Bird!" Here Ghost Thing's tone warmed uncharacteristically: "There is a saying in your mortal world—nothing is unbreakable but speed; when speed reaches its utmost, then even if every other faculty is zero, one can still stand alone above the world. The Heavenly Spirit Bird of that time was just such a one-in-ten-thousand exception. Against a being like that, even the top elders could do nothing at all." (To be continued) R466