The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

As Li Yanning waved the two pairs of red and green wings again, he lightly penetrated the hazy mist at the edge of the island and went straight into the edge of the island - the ancient and dense forest.

The sunlight shines through the layers and impenetrable treetops, like being dotted with tiny gems, casting mottled and bizarre light and shadows, covering this deep forest with an unpredictable and mysterious cloak.

In this unknown forest, Li Yanning seemed to have transformed into a cautious hunter. He flapped his wings lightly and agilely, moving flexibly among the intricate trees.

In his eyes, the unique spirit-detecting eyes flashed with strange light from time to time, like the brightest stars in the night sky, able to detect every subtle movement hidden among the branches and leaves and under the soil. Even the most cunning monsters could hardly escape his perception.

All around, colorful mushrooms are like colors in a dream, dotted on the moist soil and exuding an enticing aroma.

Colorful butterflies dance among the flowers, their wings shining brightly in the sun, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to this quiet forest.

There are also those little animals hiding deep in the grass, secretly spying on Li Yanning.

Although he had seen such scenes in his inherited memories, seeing it all with his own eyes at this moment still made Li Yanning marvel, and his heart was filled with curiosity about this world.

Continuing to go deeper, Li Yanning came to an open area where a clear stream was gurgling. The water was like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, as well as his flying figure.

The sound of the stream is clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature, cleansing the dust from the soul.

In the stream, several small fish are swimming leisurely, some in groups and some playing alone, adding a bit of liveliness and fun to this quiet picture.

Looking at this scene, Li Yanning's thoughts couldn't help but drift away. He remembered the hardships and struggles his father had experienced.

My father, who was once just a weak mortal bird, relied on his indomitable will to carefully capture the spiritual fish in the lake in the Mountains of Ten Thousand Beasts as resources for cultivation. He accumulated strength step by step starting from transforming into a demon, and eventually rose to become a demon king.

This courage and perseverance are deeply imprinted in Li Yanning's heart and become his driving force to move forward.

Various thoughts kept emerging in Li Yanning's mind. These thoughts were like fluttering butterflies, lingering in his heart and making him unable to get rid of them.

So he couldn't help but stop flapping his wings and circled in the air.

His eyes were fixed on the stream below, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Then, his figure was like a flash of lightning, rushing towards the stream below at an astonishing speed.

When he approached the stream, his body turned into a stream of red and green light, and skimmed lightly across the surface of the stream like a dragonfly skimming the water.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and only the ripples left by the red and green light in the water proved that he had been there.

Only after the stream of light stopped in the air did Li Yanning's figure reappear.

His wings fluttered slightly, showing an elegant and mysterious temperament.

At this moment, it can be clearly seen that his pair of jade-white claws are tightly grasping a small fish.

Although this little fish was only a first-level spirit fish and there was nothing special about it, it was a successful hunt for Li Yanning.

His mood became cheerful and his eyes sparkled with joy.

“Although I was born into a family of demon kings and have resources and protection that other demons cannot hope to obtain, I, Li Yanning, am more eager to prove my worth through my own efforts and carve out a space of my own!”

He swore in his heart, his eyes flashing with determination and confidence.

At this moment, Li Yanning's heart was filled with pride, and his expression was full of admiration for his father and confidence in his own abilities.

This passion and determination made him look even more high-spirited, as if he was a roc about to soar into the sky, fearless and moving forward courageously.

He knew very well that the road ahead would be full of thorns and bumps.

But he also believes that as long as there is light in his heart, there will be a way under his feet, and he will be able to rely on his own strength and write his own legend like his father.

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At the same time, in the center of the island, the spiritual energy seemed to be given life, gathering into hazy spiritual mist.

The spiritual mist lightly shuttles between the mountains, covering the land with a mysterious and solemn veil.

In the depths of this spiritual mist, there stands a solitary peak, towering into the clouds like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

Its majestic appearance can be clearly seen even from thousands of miles away, which is awe-inspiring.

On the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist are shrouded, like a fairyland. Everything seems so vague and untouchable, as if hiding endless secrets.

However, under this tranquility and peace, there was no sign of any living activity. Only the wind gently blew through the mountains and forests, bringing waves of distant echoes.

However, in this peaceful scene surrounded by high mountains, another scene is quietly unfolding.

At the foot of the mountain, among the dense woods, an unusual party was taking place.

Here, there are three half-human, half-beast demon kings gathered, each representing a different race.

The most conspicuous one was a pig demon, with a huge body, brown skin, a fat pig head on top, fangs growing out of its mouth, bare-chested, and only a piece of animal skin draped around its waist to cover its vital parts. Its back was covered with needle-like hair.

The other one was a wolf demon, with its gray wolf head that had not yet completely faded and its sharp eagle eyes, it glanced at its two companions who were trapped on the island together.

The last one is a snake demon, curled up silently on the side, its figure looming under the mottled shadows of the trees, revealing an indescribable coldness and danger.

Although the three demon kings had different appearances, they were sitting in a circle at this moment, and the atmosphere between them was solemn.

Several miles away, hundreds of first and second level wolf demons, snake demons, and pig demons were on high alert. They were either crawling on the ground or looking around vigilantly, providing a "solid" protective barrier for the gathering.