The whistle pierced the last glimmer of silence in the sky above the dawn forest, and murder was everywhere.

Surrounded by many guard hunters, the Heavenly Wheel put on Wanhe's white-winged robe, jumped to the top of Tree City, and raised Wanhe's head high. His wings stretched out with excitement and nervousness, and beneath his wings was the mangled body of Toru Khan. Several of the hunters reacted first, so they put away their hooks and forks, and bowed their heads to him.

In the tense silence, more hunters bowed their heads in submission to him. Etius killed the previous patriarch in the secret room, and everything about Wanhe belonged to him from now on. Maybe his regime won't last more than a day, but Celestial Wheel doesn't care, the little black man hasn't gone far yet, and he wants to get Di back.

The hunters bounced up from the treetops, shadows stirring, and leaves dancing in a chaotic manner.

Things change faster than the consciousness of the Heavenly Wheel. He feigned composure, as a voice seemed to tell him that he had to. There was a certain force that made these powerful feather hunters surrender to Wanhe, and it was the same power that made him. With this intoxicating power, even congenitally disabled chickwings can call the wind and rain.

This was his first taste of power.

The fearsome group of hunters covered the sky and flew in the direction pointed by the wings of the Heavenly Wheel. The Celestial Wheel flew faster than everyone else, and before they reached the valley, he did not hesitate to fly first over the valley. In the silence of the mountains and deep forests, Yi Tianlun did not dare to turn back, only secretly prayed that they would follow. He didn't know why the hunters had to follow him, but he prayed hard, had a strong desire, and was convinced that they had to follow him.

The sound of the wind blew through the valley mouth, and the sound of wings heard by the heavenly wheel was only its own. He paused in the sky for a moment, and when he turned back, the wind was howling, and there was still no hunter in sight.

He sighed. After sorting out the bow on his waist, he made up his mind that even if he was alone, he would fly to Genting Mountain to save Di.

He realized that he was on a path that no one had ever walked before. Genting Mountain is a sacred place for the Feather People, and it is also a forbidden place. This snow-capped mountain is the realm of the gods, and no one can say the consequences of approaching in vain. Etianlun clearly remembered that the five little negroes were dragging Dee in this direction, so he continued to rise, and the air became thinner, and the water vapor blocked his way to the top of the mountain.

The damp clouds were misty, and the wings of the Heavenly Wheel were getting heavier and heavier, but he did not stop, and he became more and more firm in his beliefs, and Di was the practice of his beliefs. He was going to get Dee back, and only then would all the humiliation, all the pain, all the effort and patience of all these years be meaningful.

The black clouds rubbed against each other like pieces of iron suspended in the sky, lightning shone brightly, sharp lightning slashed from the sky, and something that was far behind the Heavenly Wheel was cut one by one, and finally cut off in unison. A bright light was already faintly visible at the end of the black cloud.

The clouds were dispersing, the water vapor was pouring down from the top of the sky, the passing clouds were turning into rain, and the heavenly wheel flapped its damp wings in the air, looking towards the top of the mountain. There is a circular notch, like a lake reflected in the sky.

Through this gap, the Genting Mountains glowed softly in the sunlight, and the Celestial Wheel flew faster and faster, and he could almost see the little black man who had taken Dee trying to drag him deeper into the sky.

The divine realm is on the sea, but there is light on every road to the sea.

A little black man was waiting for him on the other side of the lake in the sky.

The bow was clutched tightly in his hand, the bowstring had long since lost its elasticity and could not be used, but he was not going to give in. He slid towards the little black man, but was easily dodged. Although the opponent does not have wings, he is more agile in the air. I am by no means their opponent. Etian Wheel realized.

He lunged at the little black man again, and was avoided again. He was going to die with the other party, grabbing the other party and falling off the cliff. That was his only thought. So he turned his head in the air and swooped down at a faster speed.

This time the little black man did not shy away.

With one hand, he blocked the impact of the Heavenly Wheel, and with the other he burst out with great force to lock on his right hand that was attacking. The Celestial Wheel loses its balance in the air and is easily subdued by the opponent.

They were so close that the Wheel of Heaven had to look into the depths of the little black man's enigmatic face. Behind some transparent material was a shrewd and cunning face, the first time the wheel had seen the face of God. What puzzled him was that the little black man behind the transparent mask seemed to have tears in his eyes, and opened his mouth as if he was saying something to him.

Mount Genting shook, and a huge roar echoed through the clouds.

God's Eye spoke.

"My son." The voice resounded through the world, but the tone was surprisingly gentle.