A Top-Tier Powerhouse of the Universe

In the eleventh year of Star River Brilliant, Wang Xuan ended his seclusion.

He left the Black Peacock Clan's former territory, where withered bones and flowers coexisted, and also moved away from that old era. The remnants of the previous epoch had been sealed underground.

Wang Xuan returned to the surface and looked up at the starry sky. He knew that, sooner or later, peace would still be shattered, and this place too would ultimately become an old world.

A giant tree hung in the night sky, casting out soft silver light. That was the Sacred Mountain's moon.

"Second Father!" A wolf as large as a calf ran over beneath the moonlight. Usually aloof and cold, it was now incomparably joyful. Most of its fur was black, densely covered in silver markings.

Lang Tian was its name. Clearly, the wolverine was hopeless at naming things and had taken the lazy route.

Its true body should actually have been far larger than this. Beneath the moonlight, its silver markings shimmered brilliantly, looking quite mystical. At a glance, one could tell it was an extraordinary variant.

"You've grown quickly." Wang Xuan rubbed its head.

In the night sky, five-colored divine light blazed brilliantly as it streaked across the heavens, like a divine rainbow descending. The wolverine had come as well. Folding away his tail feathers, he said, "A half-grown boy can eat his old man into poverty."

Lang Tian did not argue out of filial piety, but inwardly, it disagreed. Wasn't all the food and drink provided by the Black Peacock Clan? When had Wolf Father ever worried about any of that?

"The visitor is formidable?" Wang Xuan asked.

The wolverine raised his head. His three crest feathers were especially striking, shining atop his head. "No matter how formidable they are, they