The Supreme God

Austin held the eagle wings in his hands and looked at it minutely. The apparent dark brown feather was dotted with purple cloud-like patterns which caught the eyes only if one looked carefully. It felt hard as steel to touch but still had the warmth of an animal body.

Austin watched it with awe as it was beyond his imagination that a human being could fly in the sky just like a bird with the help of these wings. Though he had no idea how to use them at the moment yet he kept gasping in admiration.

The aspiration to soar high in the sky has been the fondest of all dreams for mankind since ancient times. Evidently, the invention of airplanes is but a testimony of the fulfillment of that aspiration. And Austin was no exception. As a matter of fact, ever since, he had seen Steward Meng flying, the desire to rip the sky became stronger in his heart than ever before. He felt flying was much faster a mode of movement than running on the ground, especially when he was in danger and had to save his life.

Austin could foresee how convenient it would be for him with these wings. He would be able to do a lot of things that he couldn't do now, and besides, for a cultivator, there was no end to acquiring skills in his entire lifetime.

Thinking of all this, Austin became more enthused. He examined the wings up and down, trying to find out how to fly with them.

However, after turning it over and observing it minutely from all sides, he ended up getting completely puzzled and was unable to make head or tail of it, because he did not know the way to start.

He thought of every possible mean. He even tried to place them on his back to see whether they could stay there by themselves.

To his utter disappointment, nothing really worked much. Austin found himself in dismay for having been in the dark.

"Come on! Let's go and see if Steward Meng is in the forest right now. I saw he was flying in that direction a moment ago. Right here!" Austin heard someone talking at a distance.

Austin could make out from their voice that the disciples from Medicine Sect were approaching them.

want to take the trouble to fight with them. After all, they bore no hatred toward each other. And most importantly, the less trouble,

had no way out as Steward pushed him

the ground and murmured the Wind-commanding Skill at the same time. The next moment, he had disappeared from the spot just like a ghost and reappeared on

dumbstruck and flabbergasted. So much that they could not even move from the place where they stood. They could only

by the Elders. All other disciples believed that he would have an infinitely bright future. Yet, here were his remains in front of them. And it was

my goodness! Is that Steward Meng? I can't

shock and yelled at each other out of fear.

that man in disguise

that he had only reached the Earth Realm! And Steward Meng was a cultivator of Mysterious Realm. How

Meng's cultivation base was much higher than him, but don't forget that he was injured by the three-eyed

other in dismay and at a loss for words. . .

in a valley about ten miles from the forest where Austin killed Steward Meng,

soothing shades of the trees, wildflowers blossoming everywhere, the tall grasses and the soul touching cooing of the nightingales reverberating harmony in the air. The sun was shining and

on the ground with his

wings by his hands, concentrating on them, but was still unable to unlock the mystery. He was desperate to

is for you to get your hands on such a treasure, my master! You're so lucky! These wings deserve careful study. Think about it. You can fly in the sky like a bird with their help! How wonderful it

worded her observation as she looked at the wings very intently several times.

in the dark! If I had known it would be so hard to know, I should have tortured that Steward Meng until I mastered how to fly with these