My Fellow Daoist and I Roam the World

It was a stormy night. A jagged gash split open the horizon, and lightning streaked through the clouds like dragons, as if heralding great events to come.

Deep among the mountains, nine enormous dragons burst from the earth and soared into the sky. Their scales shimmered in brilliant colors, their eyes gleamed like icy stars, and clouds poured from their mouths as they flew with magnificent force.

What was even more astonishing was that the nine dragons were not flying freely. Together, they bore an ancient coffin and slowly carried it toward the mountaintop.

The coffin was pitch-black, its surface carved with intricate runes that seemed to hold an ancient and mighty power.

As the nine dragons drew near, the air above the summit began to warp. Thunder roared, and it seemed as if heaven and earth themselves were trembling.