The Venerable Beast of the Ancient Path

Strength is the only means of survival.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Pagoda has ten levels, each one its own world. The spirit beasts within struggle to survive, killing, plundering, and devouring to grow.

With a flick of Zi Yu's fingers, the years rushed by. At the pagoda's highest level, chaos surged like an ocean, stars flashed into existence and vanished in an instant, and a colossal dragon body soared freely through endless lightning. Its roar shook heaven and earth, drowning out the rumbling thunder and proclaiming the joy of its transformation.

Holding the Ten Thousand Beasts Pagoda in her hand, Zi Yu murmured, “This ‘true’ dragon nurtured in a small world with incomplete laws has a certain grace to it. Once it enters the Dao Realm, it can quickly make up for its shortcomings and transform into a true primordial dragon.”

“The human race passes down its legacy through civilization, the dragon race transforms through defiance, and the beast race survives through instinct. Ultimately, everything about the beast race stems from its bloodline. They grow through battle, tempering their bloodline over the years and connecting past and present. Bloodlines are the marks left by time. If I make time the core of the Beast Dao, my path can be achieved.”