~~ The Immortal Dynasty — Arrival
The ships hovered.
The immortal dynasty, the vast, sprawling, incomprehensible realm of the upper world, was below. The land, the mountains, the cities, the palaces — all of it, visible from the deck of the flagship. The spiritual energy, the qi density, the ambient power radiating from the very ground, was immense. This was the upper realm. The world above the mortal world. The world of cultivators, of immortals, of beings whose power dwarfed everything below.
The Long Dynasty. The immortal dynasty. The realm of his brother. The realm of the fated son. The realm of the plots, the schemes, the betrayals, the alliances — all of it, visible. Known.
Tianlong stood. On the deck, his gold-crimson eyes on the land below, his dark hair flowing in the spiritual wind. His dark robe, his imperial attire, was perfect. His expression, the composed, knowing, predatory expression of a being who had seen the future and was about to make it happen, was there.
