C14 A sense of disillusionment

Looking at the golden red blood slowly flowing out from the wound on the neck of the Golden Crow, the blood slowly flowed down from the gap between the feathers because of gravity. Finally, the blood gathered at the Golden Crow's beak and kept dripping down into the container on the ground.

Yan Jia quietly watched the blood in the container slowly rise due to the continuous drop of blood. The Golden Crow's blood had a high temperature, which cased the air above the container to distort.

The Golden Crow's corpse and the dripping blood emitted a high temperature, but it did not affect the surrounding students much. It only made them sweat a little.

Yan Jia turned his head to looked at Gou Teng. He found that there were a few strands of hair stuck to Gou Teng's forehead because of sweat.

Sensing Yan Jia's gaze, Gou Teng turned his head and found no trace of sweat on Yan Jia's body.

After seeing Yan Jia's expression, Gou Teng did not speak. He nodded and continued to look in the direction of the Golden Crow.

After cutting a wound on the Golden Crow's neck, Teacher Xuan Hui did not immediately proceed to the next step. He instead walked to the side and quietly waited for the Golden Crow's blood to flow out.

Yan Jia looked at the container in front of him. It was close enough for him to touch it with a reach of his hand, but also seemed far away, as if separated by the distance of legends and reality.

He could also see that the golden-red blood inside the container was constantly flickering with golden light spots. It was very much like a star in another universe.

The Golden Crow, in Yan Jia's past life, symbolized the blazing sun in the sky. It was a top existence no matter what kind of legend it came up in.

The time living in Shanhai World allowed Yan Jia to further understand the power of the Golden Crow, not to mention the other part of him. He had also been collecting information about this kind of mysterious life form since childhood.

Whether it was the myths and legends of his previous life, or the various things related to the Golden Crow he has collected in this world, It only told him how powerful the life created by heaven and earth was. But there was no information that told Yan Jia that this life was actually just as fragile.

There is nothing that can give Yan Jia as much of a shock as this.

In the legends, the Golden Crow that represented the glorious Great Sun was still a divine beast that stood above the Nine Heavens even in the Shanhai World.

Now, it was lying in front of Yan Jia like this. Although it wasn't an adult Golden Crow, but a young one, it was still a legendary existence.

Its head was now hanging down in front of Yan Jia. The golden-red blood that was still emitting a burst of golden light was slowly flowing out from the wound on its neck and dripping into the container below.

Just lying on the table, waiting for the next Mortal to be dissected. While over five hundred students stood around staring with unwavering attention.

All of this made Yan Jia feel an indescribable sense of destruction.

The information constantly collected in this life tells Yan Jia that the Golden Crow is not an animal that only knows how to feed and breed like the beasts of its previous life, but also has its own language, its own writing, and a whole civilization belonging to the Golden Crow's own culture.

It was no different from a human, and even seemed to be a more powerful race. The biggest difference was that all the Golden Crow possessed such powerful strength from the moment they were born, and they had a longer lifespan than mortals.

And now, the corpse of a young Golden Crow was placed in front of Yan Jia just like that.

This was the first time in Yan Jia's life that he had seen a Golden Crow with his own eyes.

In Yan Jia's previous life, he had heard the saying that when one kills a person for whatever reason, one finds that everything is different.

Yan Jia had this feeling now.

Everything seemed different, but it also seemed like nothing had changed. The only thing that had changed was Yan Jia himself.

Although he should have known about this long ago, only now did Yan Jia have some enlightenment. It turned out that these legendary lives weren't that far away from him.

It turned out that as long as one was strong enough and had sufficient strength, even those legendary existences could be placed on the operating table and get dissected.

It turned out that life had always been so fragile, whether it was human or those legendary life forms.

Golden Crow's blood flow is not slow, and there is not much of it. Although the container on the ground is small, but it was still not full. It was only three quarters full, and there was no longer as much blood flowing from the wound on the golden crow's neck.

Teacher Xuan Hui did not wait for the Golden Crow's blood to flow out. Seeing that the blood flowing out of the wound had lessened, he then waved his hand.

The Golden Crow blood that was staying quietly inside the container began to slowly float up.

It began to separate as it floated up. When it finally floated to the top of the classroom, it had already turned into golden-red pearls of different sizes.

Finally, these floating pearls continuously flew from the top of the platform to everyone's hands in the classroom.

Yan Jia stretched out his hands and took the pearls floating in front of him. They were formed from the blood of the Golden Crow.

Unexpectedly, after Teacher Xuan Hui removed his power, the pearl that was formed from the blood did not turn into a pool of blood. It instead retained its round shape.

It even had an elastic feel to it. One hand was dragging the blood ball, while the other hand was slowly exerting force. Although Yan Jia did not use much force, but he could not press down the blood ball much.

Moreover, this blood ball that was gathered from the Golden Crow's blood was not as hot as he had imagined. He only felt a warm feeling when he touched it. He did not know if it was because of Teacher Xuan Hui's magic power that it became like this.

Yan Jia noticed that the pearl in his hand was much bigger than Gou Teng's. He looked around and found that everyone was studying the blood bead in their hands.

It could be seen that many of the bigger blood beads were in the hands of people from the same class as him. He also recognized the few people who had the same blood bead size as himself. Their goal was the same as his, Golden Crow Avatar. There were also a few that he didn't recognize, but the blood beads in their hands were the same size as his own.

It seemed like the blood beads in the hands of people who had the same target Avatar as Yan Jia were the largest. The blood beads in the hands of people like Gou Teng, who were also from the same class, were only of medium size. As for those who were purely here to broaden their horizons, the blood beads in their hands were the smallest.

But even the largest batch of blood bead in Yan Jia's hand was only a little bigger, with less than two centimetres in diameter.

It made sense after thinking about it. How much blood could a young Golden Crow have in its body, and how big would it be if it was given to so many people in the classroom?

He continuously fumbled with the blood beads in his hand. At the same time, Yan Jia truly understood the power that humans in Shanhai World possessed.

It was not at the same level as the other races, but it could also suppress the entire world and not allow any resistance from the other races.