The Yu Long Sect.
The Withered Glory Courtyard.
A dim, yellow flame flickered in the main room. An old man sat on a weathered black sandalwood chair.
He was old—terribly old. Wrinkles carved furrows across his face, and his beard hung down, every strand bearing the deathly air of years of erosion. Sitting there, he looked like a piece of rotten wood that had withered and died ten thousand years ago. The deathly aura around him was almost tangible, as if he might turn to dust at any moment.
And yet, within this old man surged blood vitality so vigorous it had reached its absolute peak. His vitality was like a volcano that had raged for ages: calm on the surface, yet harboring the power to scorch the heavens and boil the seas.
Each breath he took sent the surrounding laws of the Great Dao trembling.
This old man was, astonishingly, a formidable figure at the Dao Summit. He stood just one step away from the rank of Supreme.
He was the previous generation's Great Elder of the Yu Long Sect:
Chu Xuan.
"Buddha Kuchen, there's no need to hide anymore. We've been negotiating this deal for half a year. I'm sick of these games where you skulk in the shadows."
"I can cooperate with you. When you make your move, I'll personally sever the nine core nodes of the Yu Long Sect's mountain-protecting formation and cut off the spatial passage between the True Dragon Secret Realm and the outside world. That way, you can enter the secret realm without hindrance and face the True Dragon."
Chu Xuan's eyes shifted slightly as he looked at the empty space before him.
"I have only one condition: after you seize the True Dragon's body, you must give me one True Dragon Dragon