Several days later.
East State, outside Misty Mountain.
The wind was rising, and vast clouds gathered, creating the feeling of an impending storm.
At that moment, a thousand-zhang giant azure dragon emerged from the clouds.
Wu Hu!!!
The dragon let out a strange roar.
The sound shook the heavens.
All the animals within the countless forests, upon hearing this sound, were momentarily stunned.
What creature made this sound?
The impression left in the bloodline of countless animals did not explain to them the source of this noise.
Driven by curiosity, they all poked their heads out of the woods and looked up at the sky.
Seeing the massive dragon in the sky, they were instantly petrified, lying prostrate on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, too afraid to move.
...
In the sky above.
Zhang Han stood at the dragon's head, his Confucian robe fluttering in the wind. He looked down at the entirety of Misty Mountain, shrouded in fog and indistinguishable in shape.
