The air no longer felt just invigorating; it felt pregnant with possibility. Every rustle, every distant growl, was no longer a threat but an invitation.
His blood-red hair flowed in the subtle currents of the valley's toxic air, and his crimson eyes burned with a clear, unwavering resolve. The small, weaker creatures were no longer enough. He had tasted power, and he craved more. Much more.
The Sky Cloud Sect thinks they sent me to my death, Jian thought, his lips curling into a feral, chilling smile. They merely sent me to my genesis. And now, my true hunting grounds await.
He turned towards the deeper, darker heart of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, a place where stronger, more ancient beasts lurked. A place where the true essence of power could be found. His next lessons, and his
