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When he was 1,500 years old.
Li Chang'an's body had reached perfection. Every single Dragon Scale on his body was vivid and lifelike, and his purple dragon horns flickered with arcing light. A single glance was enough for anyone to sense his divine majesty.
But he still hadn't achieved his Transformed Form.
He was still waiting for the right opportunity.
However, while he could afford to wait, the Fusang Tribe, which had known peace for three hundred years, could not. More than a hundred years ago, the Fusang Tribe had already become embroiled in localized tribal warfare.
A neighboring tribe called the Lanji Tribe had long coveted the lands and talent of the Fusang. The only reason they hadn't acted sooner was that they were intimidated by the massive Temple the Fusang had built.
After all, although the Fusang had gradually fallen from grace since the demise of the Sunrise God, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.
