Fatherly Asura

Three days had passed and Fu held the tournament in his mind.

The makings of a Path for his disciples had taken hold, lacking only the arrival of Kang Jae and Shaokang to aid in their first step. As a seat of the Phoenix Melody Coalition, Cloud Dragon Hall held the benefit of fielding six disciples in the upcoming bouts, and to combat the young geniuses of the Clear Sky he knew their training must be more ruthless than any he had delivered before.

Yet, his own was directionless.

Thus, these three days.

Amidst a foreign cloud, he reflected on this history. Nine [Constellation Seeds] had been reaped - all from [Core Formation Realm] troves.

And these were lacking.

Base.

[True Lord Realms] must be his domain now, of this he was certain. All below were unsuitable.

The history continued.

Fang, fur, chitin, blood. All things blurred. The half-step immortal corpses left behind. [Trial Guardians] slaughtered despite the free offer of their treasures. Realms wherein only his chain flew, his palm, his [Intent], the breath of his [External Arts] and [Pull].

As a wind between realms, they galed.

Some cabal of hidden, [Demonic Sects], drawn from the Clouded Courts own archives. It seemed fitting to direct his fleeting use of their intelligence towards righteous acts.

A visiting [Spirit Precursor Beast] had proven worthy in the moments thereafter.

The wisps of its death might have filled a mountain.

However, for all this ceaseless joy their [Ink] had only revealed one aspect.