For the disciples of the World Emperor Sacred Sect, this was an ordinary day, with bright and radiant sunshine.
From time to time, gentle breezes swept past, turning at the horizon before circling back.
Some disciples had cultivated through the night without sleep, yet were still full of vigor and spirit.
Others had finished breakfast and were preparing to accept missions.
In short, for many people, this was an ordinary day.
Outside the World Emperor Sacred Sect, the two disciples guarding the gate were chatting and joking with each other.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar rang in their ears.
The roar was deafening and shot straight into the heavens, sending ripples through space itself.
"What is that?" the disciple on the left asked in horror.
"What is making that sound?" The disciple on the right looked equally bewildered.
"Look over there, quickly, look over there," the disciple on the left stammered, pointing toward the sky directly ahead.
The disciple on the right looked up and saw a Crimson Giant Dragon soaring in from the distant horizon.
In an instant, the once-bright weather turned gloomy.
The sky darkened as dark clouds gathered together. Winds and thunder erupted at once, and thunderclaps rolled without end.
The rumbling sounds made it seem as though the end of the world were unfolding.
Amid the silver-white lightning and the roaring thunder, a Crimson Giant Dragon drifted through the sky.
It rode the clouds and commanded the mist, turning its hand to summon clouds and overturning it to bring rain, roaming above the nine heavens.
A dense dragon's might descended, shattering all the surrounding space.
Its roar spread across a hundred-mile radius centered on the World Emperor Sacred Sect.
"Quick, go report this," the disciple on the left shouted.
The Crimson Giant Dragon lightly flicked its tail,