In the southwestern sky.
The omens of the new emperor's ascension finally faded.
A Divine dragon ten thousand feet long roamed the sea of clouds, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, tossing its head and lashing its tail as its roar shook heaven and earth.
It proclaimed his succession to the four quarters.
It also displayed his authority to every faction of the Great Xuan Divine Dynasty, declaring that the dynasty now had a ruler.
Finally, the dragon swept over mountains and rivers before merging into the vast Map of the Realm and disappearing. The radiant clouds vanished, and the auspicious clouds became ordinary once more.
In the northern Border City, Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief.
Nothing happening was good news.
After a sip of clear tea, he closed his eyes to rest.
His rocking chair creaked back and forth as his consciousness sank into Taiji Heaven.
After thanking the Central Yellow Pole Yellow-Horned Immortal for his help, he entrusted two strands of dragon qi to him for safekeeping, then lifted the Dragon Bone and studied the two strands within it.
One strand of dragon qi was in its twilight.
The other brimmed with vigor.
They flowed around each other, mutually nurturing and restraining, instinctively unfolding the Two Principles' way of birth and destruction and illustrating Supreme Polarity's profound truth of withering and flourishing.
After observing them carefully, Xuanming stroked his beard and smiled.
This was why he had risked drawing upon the new emperor's dragon qi.
One dying, one living; one withering, one flourishing. Only through this endless, life-generating cycle would the dragon qi become useful and yield its greatest effect.
Only then would it readily resonate with heaven and earth when used, win their favor, and lever the unseen laws into motion.
After watching for a