Ever since the Human Emperor had ruled supreme, demons and monsters had retreated from the world. No one knew how long it had been since a True Dragon last appeared among mortals. Every so often, people might find a shed scale or a stone it had once rolled on, and every one of those was a fine material for crafting treasures. Yet at that very moment, a True Dragon had crawled out of a Bronze Coffin with no name tablet inside the Sect of Impermanence of Life and Death!
Its head nearly filled the great hall. Its body, covered in blue-gray scales, remained hidden inside the coffin and in the depths beyond; no one could tell how many miles it stretched. The foul, sinister aura surrounding it was so dense it seemed both tangible and illusory. Even the grandmasters wreathed in blood-yellow mist felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet. Their Primordial Spirits went numb of their own accord, as if they were facing a superior being, as if they stood before endless death.
The True Dragon race was born with mighty bodies and strength. Once grown, a dragon was the equal of a Great Demon Dharma Body, and it would continue to grow thereafter. Most reached the level of an Earth Immortal, though some were Heavenly Immortals, and there were even mighty beings with Legendary Traits or higher. The True Dragon belonging to the Sect of Impermanence of Life and Death was nothing extraordinary, merely average. It was only the equivalent of Earth Immortal Remains, though more formidable than an ordinary Earth Immortal.
More importantly, back in the Middle Ages, the sect's patriarch had spent tremendous resources and manpower to unearth this True Dragon's remains. Before his death, he had tried to transfer his own Primordial