Belong

Ryu stood in the skies, tall and proud. He didn't seem to have eyes for those around him, instead looking up toward the clouds and expanse of blue above him toward the very location that the Heavenly Path would appear.

For a moment, others were so surprised that they didn't even seem to notice that he was faintly higher in the skies than even the True Sky Gods of the Sentient Sword Sect and Demonic Flame Sect. But even more surprising than that was the fact that he didn't seem to be out of his element at all.

His hair fluttered in the wind, the ends of his headband flying along with it. His robes rippled, and yet somehow still remained wrinkle free. At that moment, he seemed to overshadow even the refined auras of Enren and Theris.