In the Zombie Cave at Fuyu Mountain, if a bird egg were actually produced, there really wouldn't be any major potential threat—a bunch of Great Zombies who rarely get a bite to eat would crunch up the eggshells along with it as standard procedure.
Odds are the egg hasn't even fully developed before there's already a circle of tireless zombies squatting nearby, keeping watch twenty-four seven.
No wonder no one's ever heard about this—even the Seventh Great-Uncle Master seems to have no recollection.
"Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, do you think… this is a Rakshasa Bird?"
"No doubt about it. I don't buy that bastard Cai Qidong sitting tight in Nanwu County, plus all those layers of customs defenses, and then some evil slipping into Divine Land would suddenly go nuts after getting in, acting so cocky yet without gobbling up eyeballs left and right. It's gotta be that the incubation process is different, plain and simple."
"Can you give some specifics? What might it be like?"
