For some reason, amid this gathering storm, facing the thousands of feverish eyes across the boundless wilderness, Xing Yan felt remarkably little panic. While the old dragon of the Four Rivers teased his granddaughter, he had put on the Four Spirits Regalia. When he finally donned the Vermilion Bird Scarlet Spirit Crown, a flash of lightning seemed to sweep over the newly appointed demon king. Every piece of his divine armor came alive at once, radiating dazzling splendor. Beneath the gaze of countless demons, it was as though an auspicious cloud had drifted down from the divine realm of immortal isles and settled upon their new king, aglow with brilliant colors and a thousand shifting forms of blessed radiance.
Now, crimson shadows curled around the Vermilion Bird Radiance Helmet on Xing Yan's head. Its two long wings of fiery feathers formed the outspread wings of a phoenix, trailing behind him; the slightest turn of his head sent them flowing gracefully like two streams of golden sunset light. The Azure Dragon Bright Spirit Armor bore ancient, simple scale patterns and shone in every direction. Clouds and mist seeped from between its densely packed, silver-lit scales, like rain clouds emerging from mountain hollows, winding around his body as though a coiling dragon guarded him. Behind him, the Black Tortoise Sky Spirit Mantle, black as ink, billowed in the wind, setting off the golden splendor of the helmet's fluttering tail feathers. On his feet, the White Tiger Spirit-Suppressing Boots had tiger heads adorning their toes, like two fierce white tigers crouching on the ground, ready to spring upon their prey. A light stamp sent white clouds steaming beneath his feet, misty and ethereal, as though an immortal had descended to earth.
The divine armor treasured in the Dragon King's vault had indeed been