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The Purple Dragon that flew in from the horizon was none other than Xiao Zi, its body a thousand zhang long, wrapped in clouds and mist, the majestic aura of a True Dragon on full display.
Sitting atop the bone mountain, the Longevity God Ages lifted his head, his eyes opening along with it, a pair of hollow crimson pupils gazing towards the horizon, as the multitude of tiny eyes on his forehead followed suit, rotating in sync.
He revealed a greedy smile, licked his lips, and muttered to himself, "The breath of a True Dragon... must be delicious..."
A hundred li away, a group of Cultivators hiding behind the mountain of flesh all looked up at the approaching Xiao Zi, their eyes wide with astonishment.
A legendary True Dragon?
They were considered first-class Cultivators in the Mortal Realm, with extensive experience, but despite having traveled all over the world, they had never seen a True Dragon.