The Supreme God

Austin held the eagle wings in his hands and looked at it minutely. The apparent dark brown feather was dotted with purple
cloud-like patterns which caught the eyes only if one looked carefully. It felt hard as steel to touch but still had the warmth of an
animal body.
Austin watched it with awe as it was beyond his imagination that a human being could fly in the sky just like a bird with the help
of these wings. Though he had no idea how to use them at the moment yet he kept gasping in admiration.
The aspiration to soar high in the sky has been the fondest of all dreams for mankind since ancient times. Evidently, the
invention of airplanes is but a testimony of the fulfillment of that aspiration. And Austin was no exception. As a matter of fact,
ever since, he had seen Steward Meng flying, the desire to rip the sky became stronger in his heart than ever before. He felt
flying was much faster a mode of movement than running on the ground, especially when he was in danger and had to save his
life.
Austin could foresee how convenient it would be for him with these wings. He would be able to do a lot of things that he couldn't
do now, and besides, for a cultivator, there was no end to acquiring skills in his entire lifetime.
Thinking of all this, Austin became more enthused. He examined the wings up and down, trying to find out how to fly with them.
However, after turning it over and observing it minutely from all sides, he ended up getting completely puzzled and was unable to
make head or tail of it, because he did not know the way to start.
He thought of every possible mean. He even tried to place them on his back to see whether they could stay there by themselves.
To his utter disappointment, nothing really worked much. Austin found himself in dismay for having been in the dark.
"Come on! Let's go and see if Steward Meng is in the forest right now. I saw he was flying in that direction a moment ago. Right
here!" Austin heard someone talking at a distance.
Austin could make out from their voice that the disciples from Medicine Sect were approaching them.
Although most of these disciples had achieved the Earth Realm and Austin didn't take them to the heart, he also didn't want to
take the trouble to fight with them. After all, they bore no hatred toward each other. And most importantly, the less trouble, the
better it was for all of them.
Initially, Austin had no intention to kill Steward Meng at first, but he had no way out as Steward pushed him repeatedly. He had to
kill to escape.

Austin shook his head as the scene flashed in his mind. He thrust the Eagle Wings into his Space Ring hurriedly, tapped his toe
on the ground and murmured the Wind-commanding Skill at the same time. The next moment, he had disappeared from the spot
just like a ghost and reappeared on the other side of the forest.
Shortly after this, a couple of people in black robe arrived at the place where Austin and Steward Meng had fought. They were
completely dumbstruck and flabbergasted. So much that they could not even move from the place where they stood. They could
only exchange surprised look among each other after seeing what laid in front of them.
Steward Meng was by far a refined cultivator who could not be touched by any of the disciples from the Medicine Sect. He had
achieved a profound cultivation base and a high position in the sect and was in the good graces by the Elders. All other disciples
believed that he would have an infinitely bright future. Yet, here were his remains in front of them. And it was nothing more than a
pile of broken fleshes. He had long kicked the bucket, and even the magic hand in their sect couldn't bring him back from death.
"Oh, my goodness! Is that Steward Meng? I can't believe it!"
The disciples revived from the initial shock and yelled at each other out of fear.
"Did that man in disguise of Walker kill him?"
"I don't think so. I noticed that he had only reached the Earth Realm! And Steward Meng was a cultivator of Mysterious Realm.
How could this be possible?"
"It was hard to tell! Steward Meng's cultivation base was much higher than him, but don't forget that he was injured by the three-
eyed scarlet bull before. I guess that man took advantage of that!"
They were all looking at each other in dismay and at a loss for words. . .
Two hours later, in a valley about ten miles from the forest where Austin killed Steward Meng, Austin was taking rest.
It was a calm and serene place for relaxation. There were cool and soothing shades of the trees, wildflowers blossoming
everywhere, the tall grasses and the soul touching cooing of the nightingales reverberating harmony in the air. The sun was
shining and everything was full of energy.
Behind a cluster of flowers, Austin was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, and Violet was standing next to him.
Austin was holding the wings by his hands, concentrating on them, but was still unable to unlock the mystery. He was desperate
to learn the know-how.

"How nice it is for you to get your hands on such a treasure, my master! You're so lucky! These wings deserve careful study.
Think about it. You can fly in the sky like a bird with their help! How wonderful it is!"
Violet carefully worded her observation as she looked at the wings very intently several times.
"Right, it will indeed be wonderful, but the problem is that I'm still left in the dark! If I had known it would be so hard to know, I
should have tortured that Steward Meng until I mastered how to fly with these wings before I killed him. And now, I'm stuck here!"
Austin heaved a sigh regretfully as he spoke.
"Oh, you'll be able to decipher the secret behind it very soon, Master! I remember that you got the space ring from that man. Why
don't you take a look at what he has got there? Maybe you can find some clue!" Violet suggested.
It was her duty to relieve Austin of any kind of anxiety and difficulty.
Austin nodded in approval immediately, and his eyes were lit up with excitement. It was true that two heads are better than one.
Ever since he got those wings from Steward Meng, Austin had been focusing on how to use them and didn't pay any attention to
check what else was there inside the space ring.
Then he put the two wings aside on the ground first and took the ring out. Driven by his will, the things came out one after
another and lined up on the ground for him to take a look.
What a fortune it was!
Vital energy crystal, elixirs, spirit tools, and there was everything that Austin could think of.
With a rough estimation, there were over 4 million vital energy crystals, which was really beyond Austin's imagination.
Austin felt incredibly blessed. He could not believe his eyes. He wondered whether every cultivator of the Mysterious Realm was
as rich as the one he had killed a moment ago.
Indeed, Steward Meng came from the Medicine Sect. He himself must be quite a pill refiner. Moreover, having stepped into the
Mysterious Realm, he seemed to have accumulated so many things in his space ring. But now all of these belonged to
Austin.