When I awoke from the Primordial Divine Source, the spiritual veins had withered and all dragons lay silent.
These ants ripped out my dragon bones and stole my dragon pearl, laughing that they would refine me into a lamp.
They don't know...
The Nine Heavens' tribulations are my breath; the stars crumble when I open my eyes.
Those so-called immortal cultivator patriarchs aren't even fit to be my pets.
“I had meant to grant you all an intact corpse.”
I reveal my dragon form, towering ten thousand feet high, my claws gripping the spiritual veins of the Qinglan Sect, my eyes reflecting the corpses of Xuanbing Valley.
“Now, you won't even get to enter the cycle of reincarnation.”
This is a hunt from the top of the food chain, and the prey has always been them.
(Note: The protagonist is ruthless and decisive, seeks no virtuous path, bows to no one, and has no patience for anyone who dares defy him.)
