Zhenyuan Dojo

Of the three, one had horns growing from his head, their surfaces covered in Dao patterns that contained profound truths.

They were the horns of a juvenile true dragon, which he had acquired, refined, and fused with his own skull. Dragon patterns spread down from the horns and inscribed themselves into his bones, altering his innate constitution and creating true dragon blood within his skeleton. Standing atop the cloudship, his aura was immensely powerful. His eyes were like a dragon's, carrying an utterly terrifying pressure. That was dragon might—ordinary Golden Core cultivators could forget about attacking him; under his gaze, even their souls would freeze stiff.

He was Xuancheng, the Dao heir of the Hanging Sky Sect, one of the most outstanding prodigies in the Central Region.

During the Centennial War, he had single-handedly suppressed an entire region. He had personally subdued Celestial Immortal-level powerhouses, and with three punches, injured Nine-Colored Golden Core cultivators who had broken through into the Celestial Immortal realm. He had demonstrated an ironclad truth to the world: a Ten-Colored Golden Core was a qualitative transformation, a leap, a transcendence of realms.

The second was a woman in black. She was exquisitely beautiful, with peach-blossom eyes and pupils like stars in the night sky, as though they could draw everything into them. She was tall and slender, her body etched with incomparably bizarre Dao patterns. They carried an indescribable depth, shifting without pause every second, imbued with a madness-inducing quality. Yet on her, they did not seem ugly in the least. Instead, they overflowed with bewitching allure, enough to make one sink into them and never wish to awaken.

Most terrifying of all was the doll seated upon her shoulder. It was not the kind of doll with flesh and life, but a puppet.

It was