Vast smoke and waves, raging yellow sand, Ao Qing floats in the water. The former Jianghuai Great Marsh is united, with the remaining Elder dragon people standing shoulder to shoulder on the deck, witnessing the promising ascendancy to Zenith. The vitality is overwhelming, and Long Zongyin almost sheds tears.
How long has it been?
How long since we saw such grandeur?
The Dragon Monarch has been absent for over a century, and the bloody struggle with the Flood Dragon has exceeded a Jiazi, almost a hundred years now. Day by day, year by year, moment by moment, it remains vividly clear.
Retreating from the Dragon Palace, two great wars, like a mantis before a chariot.
The Zenith Experts of Dragon People and Dragon Sturgeon, have rarely surpassed two handfuls. Truly like autumn leaves in deep fall, withering to bare branches, never meeting spring, akin to fallen meteors that never return to the sky.
But today.
