Inside the hall.
Ren Radiance wreathed the air, and dark clouds crowded overhead. Hanging streams fell from time to time into the dark marsh below. At the center of the lake, a dragon head hung low above a black jade throne, its ink-black scales gleaming.
"Mu Youdu pays his respects... to Father."
Xu Xuan's purple robes snapped around him as he rode thunder and reined in lightning. Following the records of the Mist Marsh Secret Scroll, he manifested jade horns, a reverse scale, a cloud tail, and the other features of a Mist Marsh dragon, then performed the ancient rites of Great Zhou. Ren Radiance immediately blazed within the hall, accompanied by peals of dragon cries.
"You truly are a pureblood of our Mist Marsh."
Vast Marsh rose from his throne and swept his sleeve, parting the marsh water to reveal a long flight of black stone steps patterned with spirit turtles, extending all the way to Xu Xuan. His serpentine dragon eyes fixed on him, the Divine Ability of Ren Water exerting a faint pressure.
Purple Mansion Peak.
With five arts embodied and his Dao intent perfected, such a being could already be called a great wielder of Divine Abilities in the present age. Xu Xuan recalled Lu Lian's words: the [Mist Blossom] lineage also had a lord at this realm.
In cultivation alone, figures like this had already distanced themselves from other Purple Mansion cultivators. An ordinary early-stage Purple Mansion cultivator would be unable to offer even the slightest resistance in their hands.
Every time those Flood Dragons' eyes turned toward him, Xu Xuan felt his life sinking and his Divine Abilities dissolving. In terms of age, this Dragon King was older even than the reigning emperor of Great Li. He had lived for at least a thousand