Surprisingly, the bird nodded as it was on the death door, and he could heal it, but the pills and herbs he had just weren't enough, and the flames were still ravaging its insides. Only one egg survived. So he sat beside the dying bird and waited, as he knew that healing it would only extend its suffering. As the bird died, he lamented," I once found an egg in an abandoned ruin outside the divine realm, raised it and it fed on laws, a black prideful dragon was born, in the end it was captured and it never betrayed me despite stomping on its pride and treating as a mount, so I will take care of your egg, and even name it after it has hatched ".
He then chopped up the magical beast, stored the marrow, heart, and heart blood in a jar, and the corpse in his space ring. He could go back now, but it has only been a day, and he wanted to go further in, who knows? Maybe something interesting awaits. As he proceeded, he found ruins that had no human presence and finally found a hidden cave system where he cultivated and retired for the night. He was a mortal after all, and sleep was needed, albeit three to five hours.
The next day, he went deep until he perceived a pack of fifth-level beasts, one at peak, via his soul sense, feeding on a huge humanoid body, which recently died, a giant !!, he wasn't really astounded since he knew a giant lesser God, but meeting this species today like this was unexpected. The direwolves, who had superior senses of smell, finally looked toward his direction, and the larger one howled, and they all stopped feeding on the almost boneless skeleton and ran toward his direction.
Without a trace of panic, he unsheathed his sword and smiled, waiting for his prey. The pack had eight direwolves, but he only saw seven, the larger one missing, waiting in the shadows for a chance to sneakily attack, but this was amateurish due to the thick killing intent it emanated. The seven juveniles lunged at him, disregarding their lives, and he enjoyed torturing fifth-level beasts. He just dodged, swinging his sword until three were left, no longer growling, but their sluggish movement and their fallen pack members were evidence of their torture.