Just as everything was hanging by a thread, Long Chen arrived, blazing with killing intent. Had he arrived a single breath later, Di Mengyao’s Sovereign flames would have scattered. Even if she survived, her cultivation would have been crippled forever.0

For Di Mengyao, such a fate would have been crueler than death. From the moment of her birth, she carried the hopes of the entire dragon race. The weight of their future pressed upon her every step, driving her to cultivate ceaselessly.0

Her talent was extraordinary. Yet, what she possessed in talent, she lacked in experience. She had never been tempered against true experts of her level. After all, the dragon race had never dared risk her in such battles.2

Her path was eerily similar to that...0