In the eyes of the Kun Peng Patriarch, there was even more greed and desire. He found that the power of this dynasty indeed helped his recovery from injury, but he still needed more.
Soon, more and more fortune from the many kingdoms of Mount Niu Hezhou gathered, and above the city of Shravasti, fortune surged like an ocean, its presence growing even more immense.
Boom!
Another thunderous roar echoed.
"Yo!"
Along with a high-pitched cry, waves surged high into the sea of fortune as if a colorful divine bird was about to transform and fly out from within.
Clearly, this was the fortune totem of the Tianzhu dynasty, and everyone saw that it was a peacock divine bird!
But just at that moment, Zhou Kao's expression changed, and he subsequently vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Yo!"
The colorful divine bird cried out again, but its voice was no longer exultant; the joy of rebirth was gone, replaced by a lament.
Crash!