Even though this bird's bloodline was too weak to form its third leg, the fact it was showing at all was shocking enough!
The Three-Legged Golden Crow was a legendary beast no weaker in fame than the Dragons and Phoenixes! To have any beast that was its descendant was a matter of pride!
The bird's call shook the skies, announcing the presence of the Golden Crow Sect. Everyone was so shocked that they completely forgot that the youths this Sect had brought were completely unknown… With the death of the God grade genius, just who had they brought?
The seventh ranked Atlas Clan.
Their foundation was much weaker than the clans amidst their rank, but their display was strong, nonetheless.
Led by a True God of the last generation, Emperor Atlas, they rode upon a massive trident, shimmering in gentle sapphire light. This was Emperor Atlas' main weapon, one that had already made itself famous throughout his lifetime! Its aura could not be looked down upon.
Unfortunately, the Atlas Clan only had Emperor Atlas' son to lead the youths. Though he was an Emperor grade talent, this was too weak compared to the other top nine Clans and Sects.
The sixth ranked Enigmatic Sect.
Maybe fitting for their name, their entrance was the most mysterious. The few hundred of them rode upon what looked to be a river of dark gold, yet none of them fell through or became wet.
At their helm, Sect Master Enigmatic stood with a light smile on his face, giving off an amiable and kind presence. To his back, his son God Malthor stood, his eyes too shifting around with rage much like Anak.
The fifth ranked Hydra Clan.
A roar shook the dome rang outward as a massive eight headed creature appeared. Its scales shimmered with a beautiful royal blue and its scent was a gentle salty sea smell that made one's heart comfortable.
It was no surprise that the Hydra Clan would ride in upon an elder who had chosen the beast path, but what was surprising was that elder's cultivation… Peak Dao Realm!
If the Hydra Clan was willing to use such an elder to hitch a ride, just what was the strength of their true powerhouses?!
Who else could their youths be led by if not True God Falkor?
The fourth ranked Pegasus Clan.
They brought no elaborate treasures, much like their usual lowkey demeanors. But, their entrance was no less beautiful than the Emperor Giant Clan.
Gorgeous ethereal white wings spread from their back as they glided through the skies without much expression.
Their youths were led by a young lady with beauty capable of making one's heart bleed.
Her flowing white dress, her pure heavenly wings, the gentle slope of her pink lips and small nose… This was Princess Pegasus, also known as God Amora. Though she wasn't a True God… They had yet to see the true limit of her strength.
The third ranked Blade Clans.
A formation of five unique blades took hold of the sky, each controlled by a different patriarch and led by a different youth.
At the center of it all, standing of a blade combined of a long and short sword, was True God Diasho!
The second ranked Drago Qilin Lands.
Much like the Pegasus Clan, they hardly cared for their appearance. They were disorderly, some flew alone, others flew in groups, but somehow, an ancient aura that made it difficult for others to breathe shrouded them all!
How could their display not make one's heart tremble? Because at their helm, while other lands only had one True God, they were led by five!
True God Damaris Agios. True God Drathal Aurum. True God Rahl Lux. True God Kere Nativus. And the long disappeared True God Titus!
Like this, the first ranked Star Clan welcomed them all. As the host why would they need to make such grand displays? Everyone already knew their strength!
But as expected, there was one territory missing. And judging b y the massive aura approaching from the distance and the roar that suddenly shook the skies, the Sacharro Clan was now here!
The recently entered experts of the Drago-Qilin lands felt a sudden shock. That roar, there was only one beast it could come from!
It didn't take long for their thoughts to be proved correct. An oppressive, demonic aura descended from above. Even the shining star that hung from the center of the Star Clan Dome was completely blotted out, covered by the massive snaking body of a black scaled Dragon.
Chenglei's scaled glistened with a dark light, accented but shining hues of dark gold.
Upon his head, Dyon stood masked, his hands clasped behind his back as his violet hair billowed.
"A… A dragon!" The lesser Clans felt their hearts freeze over with shock. They couldn't help but steal glances toward the experts of the Drago-Qilin lands, but what they found weren't expressions of anger, but rather, expressions of shock and trepidation.
They could all feel it… Somehow, though this Dragon had become the steed of someone else… It was within a much higher realm than them all!
In truth, even if a Dragon was enslaved before them all, the dragons of the Drago-Qilin Lands wouldn't care. This wasn't the type of people they were. They believed that every dragon and qilin had a responsibility to themselves. If you were enslaved, that just meant you were too weak.
Of course, some might challenge the enslaver to a battle so that others wouldn't conclude that that Dragons were weak, but it wouldn't be for the purpose of saving one of their own kind. Sometimes, even after beating the enslaver, the dragon would leave their enslaved kin without a care.
However, all dragons present could instantly tell that this wasn't an 'enslaved' dragon. This mighty beast before them, with reflective yellow reptilian eyes looking down on the world with a sneer, with great branching horns that pierced even the skies above its head… This beast had chosen the man upon its back with its own free will!
At that moment, Emperor Star who had been without a care toward the displays of the Clans that appeared one after another, suddenly felt his smile freeze.
This dragon… It was more powerful than him!
It was then that it appeared.
