Myriad Changes Hidden Within Fists and Feet

Dragon roars rose and fell, echoing through the earth, spreading across the starry sky, exploding in Situ Xuan's mind.

Those Dragon Souls circled in the sky, soared high overhead, and skimmed low over the ground. Complex emotions flickered in their eyes—confusion, anger, sorrow, and an indescribable yearning.

They remembered the past.

They remembered that era that had belonged to the Dragon Race.

They remembered the era when they had still been true members of the Dragon Race.

They remembered the era when they had still had flesh and blood, still had life, still had souls.

Just as the Dragon Souls were remembering the past, Situ Xuan let out a tiger's roar.

The roar blasted straight into the mind of every Dragon Soul through his mental power.

The roar carried an intense Malevolent Qi, sinister, icy, and violent, like a cold wind blowing up from beneath the Nine Hells, like a bellow from the depths of the underworld.

Sinister, cold Malevolent Qi surged violently out of him, turning into a black pillar of energy that shot straight into the heavens. The pillar plunged into the Dragon Cloud, tearing a huge gash through the gray-white mist.

The Malevolent Qi spread in all directions, forcing back the surrounding Dragon Souls and jolting them awake from their memories.

The attention of all the Dragon Souls was drawn over.

They stopped flying, stopped roaring, stopped remembering, and lowered their heads to look at that tiny black dot on the ground.

Situ Xuan.

He stood upon the earth, his feet planted on shattered rock, his hands hanging naturally at his sides as he looked up at the densely packed Dragon Souls in the sky. His black military uniform had grown scorching hot under the burning of the Mountain Dragon King Totem, and the golden Taiyang emblem