Deep within the imperial palace of Ming Capital.
The old emperor sat across from Zhongli Wu, leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, discussing the specifics of the "handover" of those three towns.
At this time, the Sun Moon Emperor was not yet as gravely ill as he had been in the original story. The sharp light of a ruler still gleamed in his eyes.
A faint curve touched the lips beneath Zhongli Wu's black robe.
As their cooperation with the Sun Moon Empire deepened, the Holy Spirit Cult's roots were quietly spreading across this land.
Suddenly, a mighty, ancient dragon roar exploded from the heavens, its sound waves sweeping across the entire city as though they were tangible!
"A dragon roar?" The old emperor abruptly rose to his feet, his expression changing drastically. "Dragon God Douluo... he's here again?!"
"Courting death!"
Zhongli Wu shot to his feet, savagery surging in his eyes.
He had already taken half a step into the Limit realm. He believed himself capable of contending with a true Limit Douluo, and he happened to be in need of a whetstone for his blade!
Before his words had faded, he transformed into a streak of black light and shot into the sky.
"I'll test him!"
High in the air, Zhongli Wu pointed with his right hand, and an enormous staff appeared out of thin air.
Behind him, a hazy phantom slowly emerged.
"Mu En! Today, you'll never leave!"
He raised his staff high, and a pitch-black rift suddenly tore open in the sky. An enormous Bone Dragon poked its head out from within.
"Wind's Extremity!"
The Bone Dragon opened its huge jaws and spat out a highly compressed sphere of cyan light.
Wherever it passed, the air shrieked and the clouds scattered. The destructive power contained within