In the ruined city of Yanfu, the wolf pup bared its teeth at the sky and let out threatening growls.
It had been born only recently and knew little about the world, lacking the necessary reverence.
At that moment, an invisible yet utterly immense consciousness swept down from the sky.
It passed over the earth.
It skimmed over the wolf pup.
The young wolf immediately began to whimper. Terrified, it flattened itself against the ground, unable even to flee for its life, and even wet itself.
Fortunately, the consciousness high in the sky had no interest in it.
Or perhaps, in the eyes of that consciousness, the young wolf was no different from an ant on the ground.
Then the winds howled overhead, and thick clouds surged wildly.
The consciousness quickly departed.
Only after it had gone did the young wolf dare to raise its head. Its sideways-set eyes looked toward the distant sky.
There, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Amid the bolts of electricity, the silhouette of a colossal dragon appeared.
And on the back of that colossal dragon, there was even the outline of a palace.
The young wolf's eyes were blank. It had no idea what it had seen.
Boom!
A crimson bolt of lightning fell from overhead, but before it could strike Hong Zhuang's head, it was blocked by layers of faint, pale-blue clouds.
The pale-blue clouds coiling around the colossal dragon looked thin, but no matter how violently the thunder of Yanfu's skies raged, it could not break through that delicate layer of clouds.
That was because it was the work of Cang Lei, the Throne of the Fourth.
"Let's see... It should have been several months in the Mortal World by now, right?"
"His Majesty isn't nervous in the slightest. He said he wanted