Thunder rumbled across the Dragon Sect's sky as four golden lights streaked through the heavens, piercing through clouds and descending in front of the Grand Hall. The earth trembled, disciples paused, and elders stood in reverent silence.
Chen Fei emerged with Long Tian, Xue Lian, and Wei Jin following behind. Awaiting him were four towering figures, each exuding terrifying pressure.
[Event Triggered: Summoning of the Four Heavenly Kings.] [Titles: King of War, King of Frost, King of Flame, King of Storm.] [Each commands 250,000 elite troops and twelve Generals. Power Level: Saint Realm and above.]
The four knelt in unison.
"We answer your call, Supreme Sect Master."
Chen Fei's voice was calm, yet carried absolute authority. "Rise. The Dragon Sect's flame burns anew, and your presence marks its unstoppable return."
In the inner sanctuary, the meeting of the Kings began.
First spoke the King of War, clad in black armor laced with red energy. "My troops await underground, armed and battle-ready. Give the word, and the world shall tremble."
The King of Frost, pale and elegant, nodded. "The northern glaciers stir. Old enemies will smell the ice and recall our fury."
The King of Flame, wreathed in eternal fire, chuckled. "Let them try. My fire hasn't danced in centuries."
The King of Storm, silent and observant, finally said, "The skies have already submitted. The winds bring fear."
Chen Fei looked upon them with pride. "You are my blade, my shield, and my judgment. But before war, we build."
He unfurled a massive scroll.
[Blueprint: Rebuild the Ancient Dragon Fortress – Mission: Assign one Heavenly King to oversee construction. Duration: 30 days. Reward: Sect Defense Formation – 'Dragon Sky Veil.']
"I appoint the King of Frost. Begin the construction. I want the Sect to stand as it once did, proud and untouchable."
The King of Frost bowed. "As you command."
Later, as the sun set, Chen Fei gathered with his Elders and the Kings atop the Sacred Pavilion.
Xue Lian glanced at the horizon. "With the Heavenly Kings returned, will the continent remain silent?"
Chen Fei smiled faintly. "Let them speak. Their fear is proof that our name still echoes in their hearts."
Far away, deep within the Abyss Marshlands, the Demonic Sect watched through a blood mirror.
"The Four Kings have returned... The world is shifting."
In the imperial palace of the Eastern Sky Empire, the emperor slammed his hand on the jade throne.
"Prepare the army. The Dragon Sect is no longer a rumor."
And in a starlit temple hidden within the moonlit sands, an old prophecy scroll crumbled to dust.
"The storm is coming," whispered a blind priestess.
The Dragon Sect was no longer hiding.
It was rising—and the world would be forced to rise with it or be crushed beneath its wings.