Unwilling...
The depths of the heart brimmed with such unwillingness, so it reflected deeply upon the body!
If one were truly willing, truly resigned to rotting in the quagmire of filth, vanishing amid humility, then from the very start, their body would never have endured the intensity of such torment!
It was the pressure from the outside world, the disdain of those superior beings, that had driven one into the labyrinth of despair within their spirit!
Closing its eyes, the Nine-Tailed Dragon slowly raised its head.
As a member of the Fox Dragon clan, it possessed the most beautiful fur in the world. Yet now, it had been charred pitch-black, its jade-like skin marred and blistered. But beneath the scorching blaze of golden radiance, it stood tall and proud, passing through the mountain walls forged by the Heavenly Tribulation Incarnations of the Upper Realm—not as one inferior, but as one blazing with audacity!
