On the night when Zhulong fell, blood rain dyed the entire Zhongshan red.
I picked up a piece of scale armor, which contained the soul of the ancient divine beast Dangkang.
"Boy, Zhulong's death is no accident. This is a sign of the collapse of heaven!" Dangkang whispered in my ear.
The fairyland of the Queen Mother of the West has dried up, the sacred tree has withered for no reason, and Kunlun is being separated from reality.
I held my scale armor and looked at the world of mountains and seas gradually disappearing in front of me, and finally understood——
I might be the only one who can stop this.
