Dyon could still remember when he first entered the Celestial Deer Sect ruins. After the mischievous and newly born Little Black was caught by him, the imposing aura of his master appeared in the sky like a heavenly deity.
Her true form had been hundreds of meters long, and the tufts of swirling gold fur amid the soft white made Dyon feel incomparably relaxed despite his certainty that she could kill him with a thought.
The fox etched into the wall was very similar. Despite having only a single tail, it seemed far above what a kitsune could match.
Dyon had always wondered why the kitsune were a head of a mere 30th ranked quadrant while dragons controlled the 2nd ranked. Were they not both supreme level beasts?
But, seeing how lacking they were in comparison to this Celestial Fox… Dyon suddenly understood.
Still, the aura continued to grow more imposing as Dyon walked.
To the right, there was a mastiff, with a mane as thick as a lion and a momentum as fierce as a dragon.
