Sky Island Survival: I Have a Kunpeng Clone

Yagushan Sky Island Group.

It is not composed of a single island, but rather dozens of rugged, steep, black floating islands.

They are interconnected and stacked together in a way that defies common sense, forming a nest-like structure.

The islands are connected by iron chains and wooden bridges.

The air was always filled with a pungent smell of blood, gunpowder, and fish.

This is the sacred ground of the Black Feather Raven tribe.

It was also their stronghold, which they had been operating for countless years.

Inside the obsidian temple carved into the mountainside at the center of the largest main island, the atmosphere was deathly silent and oppressive.

A few clusters of eerie green torches barely illuminated the figures sitting around the stone table.

Seated in the main seat was the tribe's high priest, "Black Claw".

An old man, gaunt as a skeleton, had his face covered with strange white patterns.

Beside him was the tribe's current chief, "Ironbeak".

A middle-aged man with a muscular build like an iron tower and a ferocious claw mark on his face.

He impatiently pounded on the stone table, making a dull knocking sound.

"Another procession carrying offerings has lost contact."

Ironbeak's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger.

"This is the third one already. We are still far from having enough flesh and soul for the sacrifice. The Raven God is waiting, and we cannot bear His wrath!"

The other leaders standing by the stone table looked grim upon hearing this.

They are the "White Eagle" in charge of hunting, the "Blood Falcon" in charge of punishment, and the "Night Owl" in charge of reconnaissance.

These names represent their duties and status within the tribe.

White Eagle spoke first; he was a burly man with a face full of scars.

"It must have been those guys who recently appeared! They're as slippery as eels, specifically targeting our transport convoys. I've already increased the number of guards, but..."

"But it still didn't work."

Night Owl spoke; he was a tall, thin man with sharp eyes.

"Our sentries report that the enemy seems to be able to control clouds and storms, and they come and go like the wind, making them impossible to catch."

"waste!"

Ironbeak let out a low growl and slammed its fist on the stone table, sending dust flying.

"Are we to wait until all the offerings are stolen, the ritual cannot be performed, and we are all punished by the gods and turned to ashes?"

The high priest, Black Claw, who had been silent all along, slowly raised his eyelids, his deep gaze sweeping over the crowd:

"The Raven God's patience is limited. We must ensure the sacrifice is held as scheduled. Any obstruction must be cleansed with blood."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cold, authoritative quality.

The leaders present instinctively shrank back.

Just then, a voice, completely out of place in this rough and wild environment, rang out lightly, carrying a hint of laziness and playfulness.

"Oh, it seems everyone's quite troubled."

All eyes immediately turned to the shadowy corner of the hall.

There, a figure was leaning against something, seemingly out of nowhere.

He was dressed in a relatively clean and tidy black feather robe.

His attire was completely different from that of other leaders.

His face was extremely delicate, with fair skin, exquisite features, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, and a faint curve at the corner of his thin lips.

If it weren't for the raven tail feather insignia on his waist.

He could almost be mistaken for a young nobleman who had been abducted.

His name is "Vulture".

A very special existence in the Black Feather Raven tribe.

No one knows exactly what he is responsible for.

But he holds the position of leader.

Furthermore, everyone who knows him keeps their distance from him.

"Eagle, when did you get here?"

Blood Falcon frowned, his tone clearly displeased.

The eagle chuckled softly, extending its long, slender, white fingers to brush away non-existent dust from its shoulder:

"I just arrived and happened to hear you bunch of good-for-nothings fretting over a few little mice."

His voice was soft, even magnetic, yet it pierced the ears of the other leaders like an icicle.

Ironbeak stared at him, its eyes sharp: "What's your plan?"

There's always a way.

The vulture walked slowly to the stone table, its fingertips tracing the cold surface.

"Since conventional methods aren't working to catch these slippery little guys, let's try something unconventional. Always being on the defensive isn't the style of us Blackwings."

"What do you want to do?"

"High Priest Black Claw asked in a low voice."

The eagle stopped and looked at Black Claw, its smile growing ever brighter, yet also sending a chill down one's spine.

"I'll go there myself. And while I'm at it, I'll take 'that' for a stroll."

The word "that" was uttered.

The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop several degrees suddenly.

Even the leader and the high priest's pupils contracted slightly.

"A divine abomination..."

White Eagle muttered something under his breath, his voice filled with barely concealed fear.

In the eternal sky, the ability to fly is not uncommon.

Cloud boats, cloud beasts, and even some powerful individuals can soar through the sea of ​​clouds.

But there is an invisible boundary that hangs high above the heads of all living beings.

It is known as the "Border of the Sea of ​​Clouds".

Beyond this barrier lies the realm directly ruled by the Lord of the Clouds and Seas.

Anyone who attempts to challenge this will be crushed and torn to pieces by the terrifying wind pressure and energy storm.

Furthermore, the higher you go, the more terrifying the pressure becomes.

"Divine Creature" is a forbidden creation obtained by the Black Feather Raven tribe through blood sacrifice from the Raven God.

They are the product of the forced union of the Raven God and life.

A terrifying monster possessing divine powers.

Their most terrifying aspect is their ability to disregard the "sea of ​​clouds" to a certain extent and operate in higher airspace, which is seen as a usurpation of divine authority.

The sky and the deep sea are known as the realm of the gods, forbidden to mortals.

Every summoning and command of the divine abominations comes at a huge cost and is accompanied by extremely high risks.

"Are you sure you want to use divine evil? You should be aware of the consequences."

The eagle shrugged indifferently, but its eyes gleamed with excitement:

"Of course I know. But in order to offer enough sacrifices to the Raven Feather God as soon as possible, isn't it worth taking a little risk? Besides, I'm quite interested in that little mudfish."

His tongue lightly licked his thin lips, revealing an almost sickly smile.

The high priest remained silent for a moment, his deep eyes meeting the eagle's gaze, before finally nodding slowly.

"Yes. But you must make sure that the ritual process is not affected."

"Don't worry, High Priest."

The vulture gave a graceful bow with a sweet smile.

"I will clean up those little rats that disturb the ritual, along with their wretched flesh. Perhaps, it will even add some extra 'surprise' to the ceremony."

After saying this, he ignored the various expressions on the faces of the crowd, turned around, and walked out of the hall with light steps.

Silence fell upon the hall once more.

All that remained was the crackling sound of the burning torches.

After a long silence, Blood Falcon finally muttered a curse:

"This madman..."

Ironbeak stared in the direction the eagle had disappeared, his brow furrowed.

He never doubted the other party's abilities, nor did he doubt whether this guy could complete the mission.

He had only one worry.

His personality often leads him to do unexpected things.

This was the first time in a long period of time that he had taken on a mission voluntarily, and he even used the Divine Abomination.

Is it because of the "giant beast" mentioned in the intelligence?

On the other side of a distant sea of ​​clouds.

Having just completed a successful robbery and was counting his spoils, He Chuan suddenly felt a pang of unease for no apparent reason.

It was as if they were being targeted by something extremely dangerous.