The God Realm stretched endlessly, a vast expanse of floating continents, rivers of energy, and islands carved from crystallized light. Across this celestial expanse, a grand army of over 100,000 cultivators marched in perfect formation, their banners fluttering, armor gleaming under the divine sun.
Each soldier was armed for war:
Golden Celestial Armor that refracted godly light, shielding them from energy attacks.
Divine Weapons ranging from long spears that pierced dimensional barriers, to curved swords that cut through spiritual auras, and war hammers capable of crushing mountains.
Spirit Beasts and flying mounts carrying generals in ornate armor, each beast exuding its own terrifying aura.
Formation Arrays floated alongside, radiating magical energy, ready to counter even the fiercest assaults.
The army's banners were emblazoned with the sigils of the Celestial Convergence Dynasty, a sect famed across the mortal and god realms for its discipline, strength, and reach. Columns of flying fortresses trailed the main force, bristling with energy cannons and soul-energy projectors.
Below them, generals rode atop colossal warbeasts, their armor engraved with runes of power that glowed with every movement. They surveyed the vast expanse of the God Realm, feeling confident. Few had ever encountered the Demon Dragon, and none expected to face him today.
Then, the horizon darkened. A shadow unlike any cloud or storm approached. The generals stiffened, eyes narrowing. A colossal dragon, scales black as obsidian and veins glowing with molten red energy, descended from the heavens. Its wings spanned continents, and its roar sent shockwaves rolling through the army, tossing flying mounts and smaller islands alike.
Even armored soldiers fell to their knees, shields shattering from the sheer pressure of the wind. Spirit beasts screeched, and formation arrays flickered under the intensity of the dragon's aura.
"He… he is the Demon Dragon!" one general gasped, voice trembling. this dragon was "The father of Xuan Mo… a demon dragon with the purest bloodline
Another tried to rally the troops, but fear rippled faster than orders could be given. The dragon's eyes locked on them, molten embers swirling like twin suns. Every heartbeat of its wings, every ripple of its scales, spoke of inevitable annihilation.
Then, with a single, cataclysmic beat of its wings, the dragon landed on a floating island at the army's forefront. Energy waves cascaded outward, toppling formations, shattering shields, and sending war beasts screaming into the void.
With a swirl of molten light, the dragon condensed into a tall, devilishly handsome man, radiating the same immense aura, his god-tier artifacts appearing around him like extensions of his will.
The generals' fear became terror as they realized: the grand army of the Celestial Convergence Dynasty, armored, armed, and battle-ready, was utterly outclassed by one being—the father of Xuan Mo.