Blood and Qi Form a Crimson Dragon, Ninety-Three Feet Tall!

The Royal Capital.

The Heavenly Surveillance Bureau.

"Quick! Send for the lord! In Zeshan Prefecture, within Guangning Prefecture's borders, blood and qi have formed a crimson dragon—ninety-three feet tall!"

The cry rang out from the second floor at the very heart of the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau.

The next moment.

Several figures rushed over and gathered around a compass.

The compass, engraved with the yin-yang taiji and eight trigrams, shone brightly.

Under its light, a map of Great Xia floated a foot above it.

The outlines of its nine provinces and thirty-six prefectures were clearly visible.

Everyone saw a crimson dragon coiled over a stretch of mountains in Guangning Prefecture, Zeshan Prefecture.

Just then.

An elder with long gray-black hair suddenly appeared.

"Greetings, my lord!"

"Greetings, my lord!"

"..."

At the sight of the elder, whose eyes resembled bottomless caverns, everyone bowed respectfully.

The Blind Elder nodded and turned his ink-black eye sockets toward the compass.

"Blood and qi forming a crimson dragon—ninety-three feet tall!"

"To think he has entered the realm of Martial Dao legend at his age!" Surprise colored the Blind Elder's voice.

"My lord, who do you mean by 'he'?" someone nearby asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

The Blind Elder shook his head. "I cannot say."

Then he swept his gaze across those present. "None of you may speak of this!"

Under the Blind Elder's gaze, a chill seized them. It was as though they had fallen into an icy cavern, every hair standing on end.

For a time, they were as silent as cicadas in winter.

Only after several breaths did someone murmur, "Yes, my lord!"

The Dongling Mountain Range.

The first glimmer of dawn had appeared.

In a mountain hollow, a crimson dragon of blood and qi wound upward, poised to soar into the