The sprawling, fire-forged architecture of the Yao Clan's Secret Realm slowly faded into the distance as the grand, ostentatious imperial convoy took to the skies. Massive, golden carriages, each pulled by four-winged Golden Spirit Dragons, cut through the clouds, their heavily warded exteriors gleaming in the sunlight. The journey from the isolated dimensional pocket of the Yao Clan back to the heart of the Celestial Dragon Empire was not a brief endeavor. It was a voyage that would span several weeks, crossing vast mountain ranges, dense spiritual forests, and sprawling, majestic prefectures.
However, long before the convoy had even breached the outer atmospheric layers of the Yao Clan's territory, Alaric had meticulously set his preliminary strategies into motion.
