At nightfall in Xiongchu Minor Heavenly Realm, the training grounds of the Xiongchu Heavenly Monarch, a cold wind howled across the vast sea. An old man in a coarse-hemp robe held a green bamboo rod, angling it into the endless sea mist. His hand was unsteady, trembling faintly in the sea breeze.
Wu Xiuxian had stood on the shore for three days and three nights. The old man in the coarse-hemp robe had sat there just as long, without catching a single fish. Wu Xiuxian didn't dare move and could only keep standing.
Suddenly, a gale rose over the sea. The old man's trembling hand shook even harder. Then he let out a deep shout, blood spilling from his mouth as he shot into the air. With a flick of the green bamboo rod, he dragged a Golden Giant Dragon out of the boundless sea mist.
The dragon roared, and lightning flashed as thunder boomed. The old man swept his hand, and the rod streaked like a bolt of lightning, stabbing straight into the dragon's left eye and pinning its head firmly to the ground.
Soon the dragon fell silent. The old man's body cracked all over. Suddenly, his blood and energy waned, and his skin rapidly turned gray-brown. He gradually gave out and collapsed dead on the ground. A streak of spiritual light emerged from his body.
The light took shape, revealing the old man's likeness. The old man formed from the spiritual light waved his hand, and five pure-colored strands flew through the air, circling around him. Before long, a brand-new body had been born, still in the likeness of the old man in the coarse-hemp robe.
The old man didn't even glance at Wu Xiuxian. He kept gazing out at the vast sea and sang aloud with