Lingwu Outer City, beside Meng Family Manor, within Guangping Mountain, atop an isolated peak.
Layers of clouds and mist concealed the mountain, and a damp wind blew through the heights, carrying the faint cries of birds and beasts.
Yet within the clouds, upon the mountaintop, a terrifying phenomenon was unfolding.
Streams of blazing, tyrannical Fire Force—powerful enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas, to melt gold and refine iron—were condensed, bound, and transformed into a Five-Clawed True Dragon dozens of zhang long. It soared through the air, its body flowing like magma. Beneath the blazing sun, it gleamed all the brighter, appearing incomparably divine and majestic.
As its dragon claw struck down, the hard rocks that had endured wind and rain, lightning and thunder atop the peak were instantly turned into charred black water. Such was the tyrannical ferocity of the Fire Force.
In an instant, the body of the Five-Clawed Flame Dragon changed, abruptly becoming an Ice Dragon, pure white from head to tail, flawless as jade, and radiating bone-chilling cold. The branching horns atop its head were lush and lifelike, nearly indistinguishable from those of a true dragon.
Wind and snow swirled around it. At its will, the mountain was frozen into a crystal-like world, beautiful yet filled with a chilling murderous intent.
After that, the Ice Dragon dissipated, and a Heavenly Dragon covered in golden light manifested. Its scales were inscribed with Buddhist School true words and Sanskrit script. Its Buddhist aura was profound, its bearing solemn and sacred, as though it could purify all evil, filth, and corruption between heaven and earth. The extent of its divine powers was immeasurable.
It then shifted into a demonic dragon, pitch-black all over and exuding dense, vicious Baleful Intent. With one gulp, the vital energy filling the