West of the Fey Spirit Continent in the Fourth World, the body of a Rank Ten ancient black turtle lay against the boundary wall within the bizarre mist like the remains of a vast fragmented land. 0

The black turtle's soul had long since burned away. No flesh or blood remained on its body. Even its precious shell had vanished.0

All that was left of it was its desiccated skeleton, weathered by time and the bizarre mist.0

A burly elder in green robes hovered before the black turtle's remains, his prominent dragon horns gleaming on his forehead. His wide feet were bare, and worlds woven from lightning phased in and out of existence behind him.0

He stood in the bizarre mist, looking as though he was reigning over an unrivaled thunderous domain of his own creation.0

This man was the master of the Dragon Lair Sect and de facto ruler of the Sacred Soul Continent, the ancient Thunder Dragon dominating the Dao of Lightning for millennia.0

"If only you had agreed to my proposal back then. If you, me, the Celestial Phoenix, and the Primordial Serpent had joined forces, we could have overturned the...0