The Yuan Tuo had been born with the head of an ox and the body of a man, two wings, and four arms. Two sharp dragon horns jutted from its head, branching in all directions and occasionally glinting with cold light.
Its body was shaped like a dragon, and it was at least a hundred zhang long and about one zhang thick. A pair of fleshy wings grew from its front half, opening and closing with each breath as it slept, fluttering ever so slightly.
It had four dragon claws, while near the tail on its hindquarters grew two rows of sturdy beast legs, each about a foot thick and three or four feet long.
Its tail was fan-shaped, spanning three or four zhang, and covered in backward-facing scales and barbs. Its entire body was red, covered in triangular scales as large as winnowing baskets that shimmered in the light.
Unlike the Poison Dragon Sea Serpent, the Yuan Tuo wasn't coiled up like a snake. It lay sprawled out in the center of the cavern, limbs splayed like a human's, snoring loudly.
Beings from primordial times like this couldn't be taken lightly, even while fast asleep. After all, it was a genuine dragon, and a descendant of the Poison Dragon.
It had been born able to command poison and earthfire, and was of pure yang essence. It and the Ten Thousand Year Old Cold Centipede were natural opposites, yin and yang that both countered and complemented each other.
Moreover, the Yuan Tuo had cultivated for over ten thousand years, making it older and more powerful than the Cold Centipede. One reason it remained here was that the three female immortals of the Lesser Bright Realm had imprisoned it.
The other reason was its naturally quiet temperament. Perhaps it was due