Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, All Empty and Still

Through ages of upheaval, when will the bloodshed ever end?

Amid blood and chaos, we laugh at love and hate.

Cultivation and ambition are all dreams,

And a vast realm stretches empty beneath the endless sky.

Atop the sacred mountain in the royal city of Great Qin,

a sacred golden dragon, at the Dao Tribulation Nine Cauldrons realm, had shrunk to just over a foot long and perched on a man's shoulder.

Seeing the man despair after searching through countless ancient texts, the golden dragon said with a pained heart, "Master, give up! It's been so long. The dead cannot return to life. Please let go of your obsession!"

The man gazed sorrowfully at the ancient jade in his hand, its surface shimmering with light, and his expression turned frenzied. "No, I'll never give up. I may not have found a way to bring her back yet, but as long as a wisp of her soul remains, there's still hope!"

I'm a newbie, and this is my first work. I hope all you readers will support me!