The Ancient Realm Core, the Endless Mountains and Seas.
Countless bolts of lightning descended, drawing down a skyful of meteors like rain.
Among the mountains, a flat-topped peak a hundred thousand zhang long was trembling.
Suddenly, rocks scattered, earth and stone tumbled down, and vegetation toppled.
Seen from high above, countless long, withered-yellow hairs swayed gently, sweeping aside all the earth, stone, and vegetation.
That was no mountain, but a giant wolf a hundred thousand zhang long.
The roots of the giant wolf's fur were a beautiful silver, but the rest was a lifeless, withered yellow. That yellow was slowly spreading toward the roots, just a hair's breadth from corroding his skin.
Black spots covered his skin, as though deadly poison were spreading through it.
When he raised his head, rotten wounds tore open along his neck, exposing the bones within.
He slowly opened his eyes.
His left eye had rotted completely into dark-green pus. Had Sacred Power not enveloped it, the slightest touch would have made it burst and splatter.
His right eye seemed shrouded in shadow, its focus gone.
Even with his strength depleted and his body aged, the giant wolf still radiated Ancestral Might that no Great Sage could rival.
The instant he opened his eye and looked toward the sky, a savage aura shot into the heavens, surging among the mountains and bearing down across a million li.
"I waited ten thousand years, and at last it has opened again!"
"For Ancestral Enfeoffment, for Luan Mang's grand plan, I endured ten thousand years of imprisonment. After today, my name, Lang Liao, will strike terror throughout the Myriad Worlds!"
"This Ancient Realm Core will be mine for the taking!"
A faint light burst from Lang Liao's nearly blind right eye, and it began healing at a terrifying