Hou Niao rested for a day, carefully savoring the sensation of being whipped, trying to recall that fleeting spark of enlightenment. Unfortunately, no matter how much he tried to recollect, he couldn't grasp it fully, so he knew he needed to experience it again.
His body was a bit sore. Although it wasn't too serious, it wasn't entirely unscathed either. But it didn't matter, he still had time to recover.
Without hesitation, he left the island again, this time not going too far, just beyond the sensing range of the Thunder Ring. Lying in the Cloud Sea to heal; flocks of birds constantly flew by, for in the Hell Star, there were no Spiritual Beasts. Not because the spiritual mechanism here couldn't breed intelligent life, but because the Unihorn Clan found it easier to manage the criminal cultivators. As soon as any creature gained spiritual wisdom, it was immediately killed.
