When the last drop of dragon's blood fell into the East China Sea, the tide went upstream and rolled up thousands of piles of snow. Yinglong stood on the edge of the cliff, his scales mottled like rusty bronze, but he heard the ancient gods whispering in the wind: The chain of fate will eventually be tied by the most inconspicuous link.
The ancient earth is filled with cracks, like huge mouths devouring living beings. Yinglong has a weak bloodline and is ridiculed as a "waste dragon" by his tribe. However, at the beginning of this disaster, he embarks on the road of becoming a demon that no one wants to take. He walked with Suanni, Yuyao, and Ameng to search for the legendary five divine beads in the depths of the wilderness. Every step is a test of life and death; every night, betrayers' sharp blades come through the sky.
Three dilemmas were suppressed one after another - Tao Tzu awakened, Taotie coveted, and the bloodline was not yet opened. The turning point is hidden in every desperate situation: a drop of true blood awakens the sleeping totem, an oath exchanges for life and death, and a defeated battle tempers the unyielding will. The price is also as heavy as a mountain - flesh and blood are separated, trust collapses, and former homes turn into scorched earth.
On the day when the golden divine dragon soared into the sky, the sky and the earth were pale, and the trees howled. But when the dust settles, who still remembers the young man who was laughed at? Who dares to ask, is there only a rejected dream between the guardian and the destroyer?
If one day you stand on the edge of the precipice of destiny, will you jump into the storm, or turn around and retreat into the darkness?
