Do Not Say the Heavenly Dao Is Far Away

Before long, the three corpses were stuffed into the Purple Gold Furnace together.

The furnace flames roared, and even from far away Wang Tie Zhu could feel the scorching heat.

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Wolf Seven, Wolf Nine, and Xi Tianlong had completely become things of the past within the flames.

The Shadow Play followed close behind, beginning with Xi Tianlong.

Xi Tianlong came from the Rock Lizard Clan, a branch of the Flood Dragon Clan.

Hundreds of years ago, the Flood Dragon, progenitor of the Flood Dragon Clan, had dominated Southern Jambudvipa. It scattered its affections everywhere; as long as it was female, none could escape its favor. Even if a stone had a hole in it, it had to beware of getting pregnant.

Thus, Flood Dragon bloodlines spread throughout the wilderness. Those who awakened that bloodline were also called Flood Dragon Bloodline Descendants.

Bloodline represented latent power. Being able to grow Flood Dragon horns was also a symbol of glory and status.

The Flood Dragon Clan was renowned throughout Southern Jambudvipa. Though the Rock Lizard Clan was merely an insignificant minor player within it, more than a dozen clans large and small depended on it.

It was a towering tree.

With a powerful clan at his back, clothes offered when he reached out and food brought when he opened his mouth, Xi Tianlong had possessed an exceedingly unruly nature since childhood.

Whatever he wanted, he had to have. If he could not get it, he would stop at nothing. Overbearing, cruel, and obsessed with control.

His temperament perfectly magnified the Flood Dragon Clan's mania.

Yet such flaws were likewise regarded, just like Flood Dragon horns, as symbols of the Flood Dragon Clan.

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