On a cold night, a bright moon hung high in the sky. Its incomplete form cast down bleak, chilly moonlight. People knew joys and sorrows of separation and reunion; the moon knew waxing and waning. Such things had been difficult to make whole since ancient times.
Full moons were seldom seen. Imperfection was the far more common sight.
The moon was like life itself. Perhaps being incomplete was the norm.
Beneath the cold moon, before the grand hall, a plain-clothed figure stood quietly. The radiance of countless cryptic inscriptions flickered around him, intricate and incomprehensible.
The Qihuang Secret Art, once renowned throughout the Primeval Demonic Realm, had made even the royal clans among the hundred races deeply wary. They had joined forces to wipe out the Qihuang clan, eliminating all future trouble.
Today, the Qihuang Secret Art appeared once more. Endless inscriptions spread through the air, condensing from nothing into substance—at times Sky Dragons, at times divine tigers, at times giant demons—changing in ten thousand ways, leaving all who saw them stunned.
That astonishing power was unfamiliar yet wondrous. Within the Crown Prince's Estate, fallen leaves swept through the air, while spiritual energy surged wildly toward the front of the hall.
Fallen leaves merged with the inscriptions. The Giant Dragon roared, and terrifying soundwaves swept outward, shaking heaven and earth.
Around the Crown Prince's Estate, the light of divine restrictions rose, blocking the vibrations and alarming no one.
The might of Sky Dragon Shatters City was rarely seen in the human world. It did not rely on a cultivator's own strength, but fused the power of all things to the utmost limit, using inscriptions as a guide to unleash heaven-shaking divine might.
"The wisdom of Qihuang truly inspires awe."
Ning Chen looked at the Sky Dragon formed from fallen leaves