The skies above Desolate Heaven Capital were awash with divine light, streaks of color trailing behind flying ships that split the clouds with terrifying force.
One after another, the greatest powers of the empire descended—sect and clan alike—gathering for the most anticipated event in a generation.
The Dragon and Phoenix Competition!
The arrival plaza below buzzed with energy. Onlookers—disciples, rogue cultivators, merchants, and nobles—had long gathered, hoping to catch a glimpse of the legends of their time.
Just then, a massive flying ship shaped like a burning sun pierced through the heavens.
"The Azure Sun Holy Sect has arrived!"
The ship was cast in radiant gold, surrounded by halos of solar essence. The air around it warped from the intensity.
A young man stood at its prow—his long red robes flapping wildly.
His presence alone made the weaker cultivators around feel like they were being baked alive.
