Long Ji transformed into an azure dragon dozens of meters long. His immense pressure swept forth with the force to topple mountains and overturn seas, while his aura surged like an erupting volcano.
His scales gleamed like molten lava, and his crimson eyes seemed capable of piercing the nine heavens. A single claw tore through wind and cloud; beneath his imperious gaze, mountains and rivers trembled, and all things bowed like subjects before their sovereign.
His spine rose and fell like winding mountain ranges, and his tail swept through the stars like a broom, shifting them from their places. His breath burned across the eight wildernesses like flame, and Dragon Roar resounded through the three realms. His majesty defied description-he was truly the one ordained by heaven.
With golden armor covering his body, lightning coiled around him like flood dragons. Where his iron wings spread, the light of heaven seemed blotted out. Even an army of thousands upon thousands would have been no more than tiny ants before him.
He was a deity stepped out of an ancient totem. The radiance of sun and moon flowed between his scales, and his whiskers and mane resembled the Milky Way hanging upside down. When he moved, heaven and earth overturned; when he rested, the ages fell silent.
Wherever his shadow reached, even the wind held its breath and froze, as though enchanted-that immense figure circling among the clouds seemed the perfect union of destruction and order.
Two layers of golden armor covered his entire body, arming him to the teeth. Even his head and mouth were tightly encased. From afar, he resembled a mighty puppet war machine!
"Lightning of the four directions, heed my command! Gather!"
Long Ji unleashed a furious roar, his voice exploding like thunder and ringing through the