The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

As night falls, the last ray of sunset light in the sky is swallowed up by the deep night.

In the silence, only the bonfire on the top of the mountain was emitting warm orange-yellow light, adding a bit of warmth and mystery to the quiet night.

Li Qing and his family of three sat around the campfire in this place far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, ready to start their night of storytelling.

Li Qing's once handsome face is no longer there, and the years have left indelible marks on him.

Although his figure is no longer as tall and straight as it used to be, the tenacity that radiates from the inside out still makes people feel his former glory.

He slowly stepped into the area illuminated by the fire, and with his hunched back, every step seemed so heavy.

Finally, he sat down on a slightly old recliner. The wrinkles on his face were like ravines of time, recording the ups and downs of the past.

Although his eyes are no longer as clear as before, they seem to contain endless stories, and every flash is an affectionate look back at the past years.

In a tone almost like a storyteller, he slowly opened up the conversation, recounting his legendary experience of rising rapidly as an ordinary bird.

Those thrilling battles, those life-and-death decisions, and those days and nights of quiet and hard training were all presented to his wife and children by him.

His words showed both pride in past glory and deep nostalgia for his lost youth.

As the story progresses, Li Qing's eyes sometimes become bright and fiery, as if he has really returned to that day full of challenges and opportunities.

Sometimes it becomes dim, revealing infinite emotion for the passing time.

Li Yanning, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be deeply attracted by the story from his father, his eyes flashing with endless curiosity and desire for the unknown world.

He snuggled up to his parents, not only feeling the warmth and security of home, but also quietly planting the seeds of exploring the unknown and pursuing his dreams in his heart.

Just as the family was immersed in Li Qing's fascinating story, a barely perceptible gleam of light suddenly flashed in Li Qing's seemingly cloudy eyes.

The light is fleeting, but it seems to indicate some deep emotional fluctuations or the touch of memory.

Li Yanning was listening to his father's story with great interest, but it was suddenly interrupted. He asked hurriedly:

"Dad, keep talking! What happened to You Tianxuan? Did he find any trace of you?"

Facing Li Yanning's questioning, Li Qing came back to his senses, coughed lightly a few times, and the gleam in his eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by a kind of indifference and calmness.

"Ahem, later on, a powerful being like You Tian Falcon naturally sensed the approach of the Beastmaster Sect's cultivators."

"He knew that if he continued to stay, he would definitely get into more trouble, so he resolutely chose to escape."

"And your father and I were lucky enough to escape because of this."

As he spoke, Li Qing raised his right hand and slowly stretched it towards Li Yanning, while his left hand was not idle either, as it reached towards the Madam's Building on the side.

And his eyes still had that dull look...

At the same time, the outside world was shrouded in a strange atmosphere. The moonlight was dim, the stars were hidden, and it seemed that even the invisible wind was holding its breath for the impending changes.

Li Qing's eyes were dull and his steps were stiff. He had stepped into an ancient and deep cave.

This cave seems to be a secret palace hidden in the mountain. The space inside is vast and boundless, and an ancient and oppressive atmosphere can be seen in the darkness.

Countless huge stone pillars stand all around. They are not made of ordinary rocks, but emit a faint red light, like candles lit by will-o'-the-wisp. They not only illuminate the way ahead, but also add a bit of weirdness and ominousness.

These red lights seem to contain some unknown power, making the air tremble, and every flow seems to carry thousands of years of secrets and stories.

In the center of the cave, a huge and frightening scene came into view—a huge and strange brain suspended in mid-air.

It does not belong to any known organism, but has a shockingly complex structure.

The surface of the brain is covered with intricate veins and blood vessels, which are like living rivers, flowing slowly under the dark red light.

Every slight tremor of the veins is accompanied by a dazzling red light.

This is none other than the leader of the demons in the human world - the Brain-Eating Demon.

This brain-eating demon was currently staring at Feng Peng in front of him with a burning gaze.

Fengpeng, of noble blood, is a flying monster known for its speed. When its wings are spread, it can stir up strong winds and huge waves.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the Brain-Eating Demon, he is a rare treasure.

He had just told the Bone Demon that Feng Peng had great energy and a strong body, but what he wanted to express could not be summarized in just a few words.

He knew very well that the energy and blood contained in Feng Peng's body was so abundant that it was not inferior to that of a sixth-level demon.

This level of Qi and blood power is undoubtedly an excellent help for a being like him to regroup and return to the spiritual world.

However, the Brain Eater also knew that this puppet material was not easily obtained.

Although Feng Peng's realm is still shallow, his natural speed and strength should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, Feng Peng accidentally entered the divine mind weaving network array that he had carefully arranged, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

At this moment, he had both a desire for power and excitement and anticipation for the new puppet that was about to be obtained.

"As long as I can completely refine this Feng Peng and make him my puppet, and train him over time, he will surely become a powerful helper in my return to the spirit world!"

"Also, we need to find out why Feng Peng's body has such strong Qi and blood. He must have had some chance to strengthen his body, otherwise how could he have such strong Qi and blood."

The Brain Eater thought to himself, with determination and ambition flashing in his eyes.

Although he is now the master of the human world and enjoys endless glory and power, in his heart, the distant spiritual world is his true home.

There are more perfect laws of nature, and more abundant resources of human and beast elixirs. Everything is much superior to this lower world.

Thinking back to how he was sent to this small world because of a momentary mistake, the Brain-Eating Demon couldn't help but feel a surge of unwillingness and resentment in his heart.

But now, everything seems to have turned around. As long as he can successfully control this Fengpeng and take advantage of the opportunities in its hands, the future path may become different.

So, he took a deep breath and began to mobilize all the spiritual power in his body, preparing to completely refine the Wind Peng and swallow the fruit that was related to his destiny.