Dragon Clan camp.
The tent, vast as the sky, was held aloft by beams and pillars pieced together from Sky-Reaching Giant Wood.
Beneath it, on a seat hewn from a whole mountain and roughly polished, the one-armed Dragon Clan War King sat respectfully, one hand resting on his knee.
Across from him, on a crude throne carved from an even more imposing mountain, sat a towering member of the Dragon Clan, legs spread wide and utterly at ease.
The Dragon Clan War King was already as tall as a mountain, yet before this being, he seemed like an undergrown child—small and frail.
Blood-red clouds, like Baleful Intent, swirled around his towering body. They were made up of countless centipede-like insects, their legs and eyes packed densely together. With every movement the Dragon Clan being made, they shuddered violently. In the air, the faint rustle of countless crawling snakes and bugs seemed to fill every ear.
The aura of corruption, chaos, and savagery surged toward them!
The Dragon Clan War King kept his head bowed, his gaze fixed on the blazing bonfire before him. In truth, that bonfire was a mountain the Dragon Clan had casually moved over. It had been lush with trees and plants, rare beasts, Qi Hua Yao Cao, and numerous pools and waterfalls. But now, a crimson spiritual flame had consumed it all, turning everything into fuel.
The one across from him was an ancient immortal of the Dragon Clan.
The War King was only at the Mahayana stage. Though he possessed an "Origin," he still couldn't look directly at the other's "Chaos State" for long.
He had just fled all the way from beneath a waterfall encircled by mountain peaks. Fortunately, he'd run into an ancient immortal of the Dragon Clan from the Primordial Era in