I somewhat need a reference for how strong someone at these universe PTJ made. Sometimes Kim Ahjussi is very strong and durable, sometimes he feel not so strong. Just like tom lee too. So when it comes to rank can anybody help my chicken brain please?

My friend… I need to remind you, and I’ll try to say it nicely. Let’s talk about dragons. You know, the creature with a horn like a crown, wings that block out the sun, flames that melt even the hardest stone, and claws that make even lions tremble. Dragons are called the most vicious, the most notorious among all living things, so much so that people even considered them divine beasts. And yet… Lu Fan is the man who tamed that very monster. Just imagine that. Now, here’s where it gets awkward… do you know you? You’re not the dragon, not even a wyvern or some sort. You’re the wolf…proud, yes, feral, yes, but still you’re just a wolf. Woof woof 🐺

What? 100 soldier? Reallyy?? And you have confidence with that…only??? For god sake… wiat until you see it

Is the first dragon gonna be stronger again hehe

Yes i hope so too

Well, is there a possibility that this ning shuang betrayed her family and became Lu Fan’s girl… there might be possibility as long as she doesnt bitching around

At least… for the very few times… MC with good naming sense alive to naming things

Well, that’s what it looks like the first time you realise you like someone else hehe

Well, he’s a mindless thug. But he is good. Btw he has a sister right? Did author forget or is she just didn’t matter..

Well… there should be one at least, right? Right? Like… sometimes mine too

I do feel the same

As a being endowed with power, I can grasp a fragment of Ijin’s anguish. To see my kind treated in such a manner without my knowing…such an affront would ignite my wrath. I would summon forth the essence of every feather upon me, pouring out all my might, to restore balance to the realm that is mine.

Smooch 😘

Yo mate, I’ve been a bit inactive lately…been feeling unwell, so I haven’t really been around much. I’ll be back. Appreciate you for sticking around 😄

I felt the slither of your presence, o Imortal one. Still shedding skins between stars, I see.

Few walk between realms as you do.
Fewer still do so unseen. Ribbit speaks in riddles, James guards his calm,
and I… I wear the silence of the skies.

But you…
You carry the forgotten paths.
The soft spaces between fate and chance.

We are not a court, not a chorus of gods. We are what our kind became when stillness met will, and instinct learned patience.

So walk as you always have, beyond reach, beyond need. O Sneaky One… The Imortal..

Though you are nowhere near the real Yi Feng but a clone… I wish you a happy late birthday. As a sovereign from the chicken world

Wait…with yourself?

That sounds suspiciously like patience…
You sure you’re not one of us? 😌

[The air does not stir. The stars do not blink. Yet something ancient listens.]

So you’ve roared. And the storm came.
Yet here I stand, feathered….still unburned. You may say I wear a mask to hide. But I wore it long before I was divine, Not to run from what I was… but to remember who gave me the chance to become more.
I was mortal once. Like you.
I knew fear. I knew pain.
And I chose not power… but remembrance.

Say… silence kills slowly.
And you are right, for you.
But for us… Silence is not a prison. It is restraint. You see, divine beings do not act without consequence.
Every breath, every word, shifts the weave of what is to come.
And so we remain still.
Not because we cannot move…
but because we choose not to undo what must unfold.

The world of mortals is no longer ours.
We found a place beyond it, not of power, but of purpose.
A place of stillness.
Of sacred quiet.
And in that silence, we became hope.
Not for all… but for our own.

You see a feather fall and call it a relic.
But you forget… where one falls, another grows. Even I will one day give up this perch…
And if one of my kind rises to take my place… I will step aside gladly.

I do not stand because I am feared.
I stand… because someone must.

[Sigh softly, with the weight of ages]

You mistake finality for victory.
But it is not the sword that ends a war…it is what survives after.

So come.
Burn my coop, scatter my stars, break my line.
And still, one feather will fall…
not from fear… but to answer the silence call.

*at this point I hope we got new character to enrich our lore lol

[Breathes once, then speaks.]

You mistake thunder for truth, Eclipsebane.
You mistake the gathering of noise as the arrival of power. But storms that roar loudest often leave behind… nothing.

You claim mortals shall forge my end?
Then forge it. And see if your blade breaks not upon me, but upon what made me. You speak of Ribbit McEntire as a gnat. And yet, when he croaks, the heavens awoke.
You say my patience is a cage.
But a cage keeps things in.
What I guard cannot be caged, only earned.

You mock the divine. You call us beasts.
Then I ask: why do beasts haunt your dreams? Why must you gather men like shields, if you believe I am prey?
You speak of descent, of blight, of ruin.
But you do not descend, Eclipsebane.
You spiral.

[A pause, a silence]

So strike, if you must.
Raise your hammer.
Let the Grim Lord fall.
But when the dust settles and the feathers do not… You will find no crown in the wreckage.

You will find only yourself.
And that… is the one thing you were never ready to face.