Chapter 687: Ten Thousand Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix

The little bird was seen as a harbinger of doom, and as long as it lived, the flock would never have peace.

The birds grew angry and converged around the little bird. The little bird's mother flapped her wings, protecting her child and pleading for its life while trying to explain that the little bird was not a harbinger of doom.

Unexpectedly, the one to initiate the attack was the little bird's own father. The little bird's father struck the mother away with his wings, and the other birds pecked frantically at her. Wounded all over, she fought desperately to escape with the little bird. However, she ultimately succumbed to her injuries and died. With her dying breath, she told the little bird, "You're not a monster, not a harbinger of doom; you're not to blame. If there's any blame, it's that they don't recognize your beauty!"

The little bird cried, deep in sorrow.

It hated itself, blamed itself, for if it were not for itself, its mother would not have died.