Tianlong cut through the sky like he owned it.
His hands were clasped behind his back, body relaxed, yet he moved fast—not teleporting, just flying. The wind tore past him but didn't touch him, repelled by an invisible barrier of qi that wrapped around his form like a second skin.
He could've teleported directly to his women. Could've locked onto Akane's nine-tailed signature or Yu Xiang's butterfly essence and appeared beside them in an instant. But he didn't.
"Let's see what this place actually is," he muttered to himself, golden eyes scanning the landscape below.
Mountain ranges stretched out beneath him—black peaks jutting up like broken teeth, valleys filled with strange, twisted forests. The Ancient Realm. A prison dimension created by the Frost Wyrm Empress herself. A breeding ground. A cultivation accelerator. A world where time moved a hundred times faster than outside.
But something felt... off.
